3 Thank God it's Monday Read Online Free PDF

investigation.
    Jake recalled the meetings with Camilla. She had known who
he was somehow. In another life, maybe. With his memories mostly retrieved now,
he was surprised that he found that he could not recall meeting Camilla before
his flight to Los Angeles.
    Hallie boosted herself up onto the table and grabbed a pool
stick. She was working hard at trying to seem unfazed by the tension.
    “Wanna play?”
    “Maybe Senator Swane will take you on. You would beat me off
the break. I know better.”
    She smiled at him, her face partially shaded by the yellow
light of the chandelier behind her. Agent Welker shook his head and crossed his
arms across his chest. Jake couldn’t see his face, but he guessed he was
rolling his eyes and sneering. Agent Welker was good at sneering, Jake guessed.
    The door opened and the Senator entered, escorted by Agent
Sands and another agent, older, with gray at his temple and a vertical scar
across his forehead. He looked like ex-special forces.
    Jake noted the senator’s drawn face and the lines of worry
around his eyes.
    “Let’s make this quick, gentlemen. I have a meeting with my
campaign committee at six in Charlotte,” Swane said. He sounded exhausted.
    “Sir, we will just need to make one more sweep of the...”
    “Get out. All of you. Guard the doors if you want. I have no
more patience with you,” he said, his voice firm and angry.
    “I cannot do that, sir. Mr. Monday is...”
    “Mr. Monday is my guest and my friend. You will leave me
with him and his charming wife,” he smiled at her briefly.
    Welker’s eyes flitted between Sands and the older agent in
the room, his teeth grinding. He inhaled. Jake could tell he wanted to press it
further. He was making a business decision. Jake did not envy him. His career
was potentially in danger either way.
    “With all due respect, Senator Swane, my duty is to protect
you. This man,” he pointed at Jake with his eyes. His hands remained at his
sides. “is dangerous. He is a known assassin, sir. I cannot leave you in his
company, even though he is your friend,” Agent Welker said. His eyes were
fierce and defiant. He had played his card, knowing the Senator would not fall
for the bluff.
    “Brad, I do not care about your duty. I hope that does not
upset your sensibilities.” The Senator walked up to the agent, closing the gap
between them. He leaned forward, his eyes intense, his voice weary but sharp,
tinged with anger and condescension. Brad, to his credit, did not blink. “You
and your men are dismissed from this room. There will be no more discussion
about it or I will have your entire detail removed from my house this hour. Do
you understand?” He raised his eyebrows.
    Brad swallowed slowly, hesitating to answer, his intense
eyes not wavering from Swane’s face.
    “I understand that you are making a big mistake Senator
Swane,” Welker said.
    The senator glanced at Jake and turned back slowly to Agent
Welker. He pointed to Jake.
    “Whatever you have against this man, you cannot deny that he
saved my life. I trust him. That is more than I can say for you and your team,
Agent Welker. With each new member that has come into my house or on my tour
this past week, I feel my safety is at greater risk. More is not always better,
Brad.”
    Brad looked hurt and confused. He glanced again at his
compatriots.
    “We are only trying to protect you and your family, sir.” His
voice rose in anger as he pointed to Jake, his eyes squinting, his mouth
turning in a snarl. “I don’t understand why you are questioning our loyalty
while you are perfectly willing to accept this man into your house, into this
room, unprotected.”
    The Senator, looked at Jake with exasperation and
resignation. He shrugged. He turned to look at Agent Welker.
    “Agent Welker. I will not ask you again. Leave the room and
protect the perimeter. Send another man to get my wife some ice tea and a cold
cloth for her head. Make yourselves useful. The taxpayers are