Chapter 80

“Think we should…give them the room, sir?” Sorenson asked, sounding bewildered.

“And leave the hero at the hands of the merciless political machine and miss the show? Hell no,” Adams replied.

“I didn’t…uhm…mean to?” Daniel ventured. “The danger part, anyway. Is there anything we can do to help?”

Lucian surprised Clark by taking Daniel’s hand and squeezing it as he put the other on Clark’s shoulder and spoke in a slow, carefully-measured voice. “You will help me, most assuredly. First: know that the DA would be a madman to try to prosecute any portion of what you did today, Daniel. Won’t happen, so if that was…a minor worry, then let it cease.”

Daniel nodded, and Clark breathed easier, looking at little Luke in wonderment. It was his day to be proud of everyone he loved, apparently.

“Second: do not return to your homes. The press is swarming, and you don’t need such things.” Lucian tilted his head. “Clark knows where to go.”

Clark thought about it for a second and then nodded.