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neck.”
    “I’ll certainly trust your instincts, Will,” Stone said. “Nothing wrong with being cautious.”
    “Kate can be a little too cavalier about these things,” the president said.
    The party broke up around ten, and the Lees’ group walked back to the presidential cottage.
    “We’ve got to go, too, Dad,” Peter said when they had gone. “This is an early town, you know.”
    “I’ve heard that,” Stone said.
    Peter handed him a card. “This is the address. It’s a couple of blocks off Sunset. Come at six.”
    “I’ll look forward to it,” Stone said.
    The kids said their good nights and left, then Stone ordered after-dinner drinks for his guests. Billy and Betsy Burnett stayed on for a drink.
    “What was that about?” Dino asked. “The thing with the Secret Service?”
    “They got a death threat on Kate e-mailed to them last night,” Stone said. “I expect it was something to do with that, but at least nobody had to draw a weapon.”
    “What we need,” Dino said, “is a secret method for instantly determining the location that any e-mail is sent from.”
    “It’s being worked on,” Mike Freeman said, “but don’t expect to read about it in the papers. The political climate isn’t good right now for new intelligence initiatives.”
    “I’m happy for them to read my e-mails and track my phone calls,” Stone said. “We live in a new and dangerous world, and it’s not going to stop anytime soon.”
    “I wish I could disagree with you,” Mike said.
    “How did your security meeting go today?” Stone asked.
    “The Democrats are going to have the most secure convention in history,” Mike replied. “And Staples Center is going to be the most wired and camera-ready venue ever. Not to mention the shoe leather on the ground.”
    “Sounds good to me,” Stone said.
    “We’re going to have a new shield system in operation,” Mike said. “We press a button and a two-inch-thick bulletproof glass wall will rise from the floor to a height of ten feet and protects about the central third of the stage. If you see that coming up, you’ll know there’s a very real threat.”
    “Do the candidates know about that?” Stone asked.
    “The Secret Service is certainly in on it—whether they’ll share it with the candidates is up to them, but it will certainly go up when the nominee and the president speak.”
    “Very good.”
    “Where are your convention seats?” Mike asked Stone.
    “I’ve got a skybox,” Stone replied. “Remember? You helped me get it.”
    “So you have,” Mike said. “From there, it will be like watching the world’s largest flat-screen TV.”
    “And we can turn down the noise during the demonstrations on the floor. That’s the part of conventions that has always bored me rigid.”
    “And the glass window in your box will be the same as for the platform shield,” Mike said.
    “That’s very comforting,” Stone replied. “You’ll have to join us.”
    “I’ll be in our control center,” Mike said, “or patrolling the floor with a handheld radio.”
    “We’ll wave,” Stone said.
    —
    LATER, AS BILLY and Betsy were leaving, Billy called Stone aside. “I have some thoughts about that e-mail sent to the Secret Service office,” he said.
    “Tell me.”
    “It’s an inside job.”
    “Why do you think so?”
    “No one on the outside would even know of the existence of that e-mail address, but if there are half a dozen insiders who know about it, then there’s a very good chance others in the office know about it, too.”
    “You have a very good point, Billy.”
    “I’d be willing to bet that if they can trace the e-mail back to one computer, it will turn out to be one in their offices.”
    “Then I hope they trace it back soon,” Stone said, “because they’re very short of time.”

S tone woke early, before Ann, who slept on. When he came out of the shower she was up and dressing.
    “I’ve got one hell of a day today,” she said.