Chapter 10
"Abbey, you have two appointments this week."
"One is for the x-ray today, right?"
"Yes, ma'am. And then tomorrow you'll see Dr. Charles. He'll change your cast and see if you can start weight-bearing activities. It's been what, three weeks?"
"Yes. Three very long weeks."
"Okay. How are we going?"
"My agent has already made plans. He'll take my wheelchair down to the driveway and the agents will make sure I get in the Suburban with my leg extended. Then we'll reverse everything as we need to. You're going with me, aren't you?"
"Yes, ma'am. Let me get you a pain pill before we leave. All that moving will hurt."
"Thanks."
Rebecca walked over to the dresser and brought back the pill. "Here is some water. I'll be right back. I have to get my jacket and purse."
"Great. Thanks."
Rebecca made her way to her room to get her jacket and as she turned to leave, noted a new envelope on the dresser. Picking it up, her heart stopped as she realized who the note was from.
Opening the sealed envelope, she quickly scanned the words.
'Sweetheart, you should've come home. I don't like people disobeying me. Especially you. You're my woman and you WILL do what I tell you to do. Come home tonight or deal with the consequences. I'll be watching you like a hawk. And if you don't come voluntarily, then other arrangements will have to be made. Ed.'
The letter dropped to the floor as his words registered in her mind.
'How did he get it here? What were the 'other arrangements?' Rebecca shuddered and began to cry. But she quickly regained her composure. The First Lady was waiting on her to get back for her trip to the hospital. She had to focus on what was happening here, not what was potentially waiting for her at home.
She opened the bedroom door. "Abbey, I'm ready."
Abbey instantly saw the change in her mood. "Rebecca, something happened?"
"No, ma'am."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, ma'am. We really need to go."
Abbey shrugged. Something had occurred in the few minutes Rebecca had been gone but obviously the woman was not willing to share it with her. Maybe after they returned, she would get her to open up.
As the small motorcade left the White House gates, a small group of men observed the action. They took notes as to the type of security and the number of agents present. Two cars made up the motorcade—one black Suburban with darken windows and one DC police car in front.
"What do you think? Can it be done?"
"Yeah, with some additional help."
"I can get all the help you need."
"It might get expensive."
"Whatever it takes. I have some money and I can give you and the guys a bonus if you do your job."
"Then let's get started."
"Good. That little bitch is going to get hers."