Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 2


Chapter 2

THE HEAVY BLACK Chevrolet Suburban pulled up as close to the yellow crime scene tape as possible.  The whole place, with the flashing emergency and police lights, was a scene straight out of a television police crime drama. Continue reading

Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I’M DEAD.  Of that, I am certain.  Because I’m cold.  And I can’t feel my hands nor my feet.  And there’s absolutely no sounds.  No birds singing.  No crickets chirping.  No car horns blasting.  In fact, no traffic noise at all.  And this is Washington, DC! Continue reading