Eventually the Newsweek shot of Mickey Kevin appeared framed on the mantel in the Carroll house. Lizzie, Mary III, and Clancy all complained loudly about favoritism. Arch told them to shut their yaps, they were all family, weren't they?
46
Washington, D.C.
A direct line to the president of the United States signaled through at six O'clock on the morning of March 7. Clustered inside the Oval Office were most of the members of the National Security Council. Not one of the high-ranking officials could believe what was happening now.
A prerecorded message came over the telephone wire: “The White House is scheduled to be firebombed this morning, in a matter of minutes… This decision is irrevocable. This decision is nonnegotiable. You are to evacuate the White House immediately.”
Inside a telephone booth, less than a mile from the White House, Colonel David Hudson pushed down the recording machine's stop button. He stuffed the compact recorder into the pocket of his fatigue jacket. Hudson laughed out loud.
Washington waited, but the White House was never struck that morning. Instead, the home of General Lucas Thompson was firebombed. So was the home of Vice President Elliot, the homes of Admiral Thomas Penny, of Philip Berger, of Lawrence Guthrie… twelve homes in all.
David Hudson finally climbed into a light green touring van. He drove west out of the serene and strikingly lovely capital. No more nightmare voices screeched inside his head. Finally, there was an end to deception.
New York – London – Los Angeles
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