“Mr. President!” shouted Chief Usher Honeywell. He and the White House doctor were leaning over me, holding a cold washcloth against my forehead. All I knew was that I was alive, and I was lying down somewhere. “Wh-what happened?” I asked foggily. “Where am I?” “On the roof of the White House, sir,” Honeywell explained. “You were unconscious!” “I’m sorry, Mr. President,” blubbered Secret Service Agent Doe. “It was an accident!” I looked up and saw that three other Secret Service agents were hold...ing Agent Doe’s arms behind his back, the way cops on TV hold criminals. They were snapping handcuffs around Agent Doe’s wrists. His gun had been taken away from him. “You have the right to remain silent,” one of the agents explained to Agent Doe. “Anything you say may be used against you —” “I wasn’t trying to hurt the president!” sobbed Agent Doe. “You’ve got to believe me! Protecting the president is my whole life! It’s the only thing I care about!”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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