WARNING: NEIL'S INTO TYPOS...
Last time I mentioned Daniel’s alert and his unconcern. I kept an eye out, and for a couple days the pings continued. By the flow I could tell it was one person. Doesn’t matter how and I don’t really want to explain. I didn’t know who it was. Not yet. And I worked every trick I had. Then it all stopped.
That gave me goosebumps. Not the good kind.
So I waited. Nothing for a day, two, three, then a week.
Then the strangest thing happened. I’m not sure whether to take it to Cal or not. We got a ping from The White House of all places. Someone put in a request for the known whereabouts of Daniel Briggs.
I know what you’re thinking, that’s not the first time this particular search has happened. Despite out relationship with the president, it hasn’t alway been all Rose Garden perky. Yeah, we’ve been on the run before. But this, just after the trail that went cold. It can’t be a coincidence.
Now the real question is whether I dig straight into the depths of The White House or take the nice boy route, starting with Cal and then running up to the president.
Maybe it’s nothing. Coincidence?
I don’t know. What I do know is that my gut’s turning. Do you hear it?
Turn your Spidey senses on, Dear Diary,