Page 64 of The First Gentleman

CHAPTER 60

Outside Hanover, New Hampshire

G arrett Wilson is driving south on I-89, trembling with excitement.

He’s alone now in the rented Corolla.

He left the agents and their guns and their Suburbans behind at the airport—the airport where he spoke for two hours with Cole Wright.

After the interview, he drove to a Starbucks and spent the rest of the day consolidating his notes from memory.

No taping devices had been allowed.

The laptop holding all his notes is on the seat beside him.

Pure gold.

The story is going in a direction Garrett never expected.

Mind-blowing! When this manuscript is finished, there will be a bidding war for sure.

Bite me, Reginald Hamilton!

Garrett glances at the speedometer.

Eighty-five in a fifty-five zone.

Careful. This is no time to get caught by a radar gun.

He eases his foot off the gas, grabs his phone, and calls Brea.

After three rings, it goes to voicemail.

Again. “Brea! Call me!” he shouts into the phone.

She’s going to be so disappointed to have missed out on a chance to be face to face with the First Gentleman himself.

I could have used her intuition back there—and her legal brain.

He was surprised to find the First Gentleman so down-to-earth.

Straightforward. Even with all Garrett’s suspicions, even with his reporter’s guard up, he actually liked the guy.

And he was blown away by what Cole Wright had to say.