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bindings were coming loose. He had scribbled notes and references throughout. If he hadn’t known its contents so well, he might not have been able to make out the words.
    He spent the next hour flipping through the worn pages, reading the contents both silently and aloud. He went through his favorite passages and then settled on a particular title. This was perhaps his favorite section. It spoke boldly. It brought condemnation but offered refuge and salvation. He felt the tears well up inside as he read. No matter how many times he read it, it always had the same effect on him.
    After the reading, he spent another hour in prayer. His knees hurt from the hard wooden floor. The carpet had been torn up long ago. The previous tenants of the small apartment all but destroyed the place. Some would say it wasn’t fit for someone to live in. But it was cheap. And it was unassuming.
    And he needed to stay that way. Because last night was not the first warning. There had been three previous ones. And, he was sure, there would be more.

   CHAPTER 8   
    K eene took his seat, along with the other two guests, as President Grant had asked. The two directors, however, remained standing. Keene thought that odd. He guessed they were going to speak, too, about whatever it was that brought him here at this ridiculous hour in the morning. But then something different happened. President Grant thanked the two men for bringing Keene and the FBI girl in. And he walked them back to the elevator.
    “Any idea what’s going on here?” Taylor whispered to him and the other guy.
    Keene shrugged his shoulders. Hamilton shook his head.
    When he returned, the president reached into his desk. “Before we start, I think it’s important that the two of you know”—he nodded to Keene and Taylor—”that Jennings and Preston are aware of the content of our meeting this morning. They are not staying because they have a debriefing with Director Levy this morning. And you all are probably wondering why I’ve called you here today. So let’s get to it.” President Grant leaned on the front of the desk, facing his three remaining guests. In his hands were three envelopes. Nothing significant, just plain white number-ten envelopes.
    Keene watched as the man called Boz shifted in his seat and produced a little worn book and began thumbing through the pages.
    “You all know my thoughts on God and faith,” the president continued. “I’ve never tried to hide it. I’ve never backed down from it. I talk openly about it. Ever since the first night I met Tess and went to that Bible study, my life has been different.”
    He passed an envelope to each of his guests. Each one had written on it,
To the President of the United States.
    “What you have there are three separate letters. Each written, I believe, by the same person.”
    Keene opened his envelope and carefully took out the single, letter-sized page. He quickly skimmed the contents. The words were scribbled but legible. Two short paragraphs.
    “Beginning three months ago, I received the first one, the one you have in your hands, Mr. Keene. One month to the day I received the next.” He motioned to Taylor. “And then, one month ago yesterday, I received that one.” He nodded to the man called Boz.
    Keene looked at the FBI agent and the stranger. Taylor seemed as confused as he was, but the man called Boz looked as if he had a better grasp on what was going on.
    “Excuse me, Mr. President,” Keene said. “Why are you showing these to us? Wouldn’t this be an FBI thing?”
    “Because, I believe it’s the same man who sent me this last night. I’ll get to
why you
in a minute.” He reached behind him and turned the monitor of his computer around to face them. The video was up and ready to go. He pushed P LAY .
    The three of them sat silently watching, listening to the man on the screen. When it finished, Keene was already fidgeting in his chair. The president held up his hands and