"Kid, we're not handing out money today," the president said, his deep baritone firm yet devoid of malice as he set his coffee mug down on the metal table.
Leo didn't ask for a dollar. He didn't ask for food.
Instead, he leaned down, bringing his mouth close to the president’s ear.
Chapter II: The Suspicious SUV
"That black SUV..." Leo whispered, his voice trembling with urgency. "It's watching the kids."
The president's smile vanished. His posture stiffened instantly.