An Evil Guest

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They sat at ease in the Oval Office. Had the president looked at his guest, he would have seen a handsome, ageless man, dark-haired, with a smooth oval face and a flawless olive complexion. Had he looked into this man’s eyes, he would have seen the night looking out through a mask; it was because he had looked there once — and had not liked what he had seen — that he did not look again.

Had the president’s guest looked at him, he would have seen a lean and hard-faced man of sixty-three who might have been a farmer or a county agent.

In point of fact, the president had been a rodeo rider whole decades ago. He still looked the part. Like all the best politicians, he looked like anything but a politician.

“They git you his picture?” the president asked.

His guest shook his head; on Earth, this guest was known as Gideon Chase.

“Well, I’m glad.” For a moment, the president’s hard blue eyes glinted. “I got a bunch, an’ I want to git ’em out of my desk. Give ’em to the FBI when you’re through.”

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