The Devil's bed

“Eight hours for everyone but me. Until the First Lady’s visit is over, I’m here twenty-four, seven. The only thing we haven’t done yet is run an electronic sweep. We had such short notice.”

Manning shook his head. “Forget the sweep. We’re not holding a summit meeting. It would be too disruptive for the First Lady at this point.”

“A sweep is standard protocol at Wildwood,” Bo said.

“When heads of state meet here, of course. But no state secrets are going to be discussed this visit. Let’s keep it simple and focus on the First Lady’s safety.” Manning took a last look around. “Everything seems in order, Thorsen.”

“I have a print of the hospital layout if you want to go over it.”

Manning dismissed Bo’s offer with a wave. “I had it faxed to me on the plane. Everything’s already under control.”

“Anything you need for covering the First Lady, just let me know.”

“All I need is for you to do your job.”

Later in the day, the Jorgenson family made another visit to the hospital. It was nearly dark when Annie and the First Lady returned to Wildwood. A while later, Tom Jorgenson’s other children, Ruth and Earl, arrived. Half an hour after that, as Bo stood near the sculpture outside the guesthouse, he saw the front door open, and all the Jorgensons stepped out. When the door closed behind them, they were lost in the dark on the front porch. A moment later, Bo heard the creak of the swing that hung there. When Wildwood had distinguished visitors, Tom and Annie often would sit with the guests in the evening, rocking in the porch swing and talking. Bo always waited until the guests had retired for the night, before turning on the porch light and activating the sensors that protected the house.

He gave them a few minutes, then he headed their way. Although he was reluctant to disturb them, he had a question that was begging for an answer.

“Evening, Annie. Ruth. Earl. Mrs. Dixon,” he said from the walk.

“It’s Bo,” Earl shouted. He leaped from the swing and bounded down the porch stairs, where he pumped Bo’s hand with great pleasure.

Earl was thirty-three, but his mind was still somewhere in childhood. Usually he lived in a group home in St. Paul, but his father’s accident had brought him back to Wildwood.

“How you doing, Earl?”

“I’m real good, Bo. Real good. I got a girlfriend.”

“Good for you. What’s her name?”

“It’s Joanie, Bo. Joanie Bones.”

“Bonds,” Annie said gently from the railing against which she and Ruth leaned. “Joanie Bonds, Earl.”

“I like Joanie Bones better. She thinks it’s funny.”

“Hello, Bo,” Annie said.

“Hi, Bo.” Ruth gave him a familiar little wave.

Annie said, “Kate, I don’t think you met Special Agent Thorsen this afternoon. He’s local Secret Service.”

“How do you do, Agent Thorsen?”

He couldn’t see her well. She was a light shade moving toward him and back with the slow rock of the swing.

“Fine, thanks,” he said. “I’m sorry about your father.”

Earl returned to the porch swing and sat beside his sister.

“Bo’s been our guardian angel out here many times in the last few years,” Annie said. “But Bo and I have known each other a lot longer than that. Twenty-five years, I believe.”

“Come September,” Bo said.

“Oh?” the First Lady said. “How’s that?”

Annie laughed quietly. “I made Bo’s acquaintance when he came before me in juvenile court.”

“You were in trouble?”

Bo smiled. “I didn’t see it that way.”

“He was living on the streets,” Annie said.

“Your parents?” the First Lady asked.

“By then I had none,” Bo replied.

“I’m sorry.” She sounded as if she were. Sincerely.

“I was lucky. I found my way into Annie’s courtroom.”

“He was arrested for theft,” Annie explained. “The police found him living with four other children in an abandoned school bus in a grove of trees on the Mississippi River. They were surviving mostly off Bo’s ability to steal.”

“What can I say?” Bo shrugged. “It was a gift.”

“Why have we never met before?” the First Lady asked.

“Actually, we have,” Bo said, “a long time ago. Just before I headed off to college, I stopped by Wildwood to thank Annie for all she’d done. I watched the moon rise with you and your father that night.”

“I’m sorry. I ought to remember.”

Bo laughed easily. “You were memorable. I was not. I didn’t come back to Wildwood again until after I was posted to the field office in Minneapolis. That was three years ago.”

“And you haven’t visited Wildwood since you moved into the White House,” Annie said to her niece with a note of mild criticism. “If we want to see you, we have to go to Washington. Bo, on the other hand, visits regularly. He and Tom have become good friends.”

Ruth held out her hand, indicating a tray on the table next to the swing. “Would you care for some iced tea, Bo?”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

“It’s no intrusion,” Annie assured him.

“I’ll skip the tea, but I’d like to ask you something, Annie. About Tom’s accident.”

“What do you want to know?”

Bo mounted the steps but kept a discreet distance. “Was the tractor still running when you found Tom?”