Split second [antikvár]

Prologue SEPTEMBER 1996 It only took a split second, although to Secret Service agent Sean King it seemed like the longest split second ever. They were on the campaign trail at a nondescript hotel meet-and-greet in a place so far out you almost had to use a satellite phone to reach the boonies. Standing behind his protectee. King scanned the crowed while his ear mike buzzed sporadically with unremarkable information. It was muggy in the large room filled with excited people waving "Elect Clyde Ritter" pennants. There were more than a few infants being thrust toward the smihng candidate. King hated this because the babies could so easily shield a gun until it was too late. Yet the little ones just kept coming and Clyde kissed them all, and ulcers seemed to form in King s belly as he observed this potentially dangerous spectacle. The crowd drew closer, right up to the velvet rope stanchions that had been placed as a Hne in the