Then he inhaled- They parked outside an old roominghouse.
It continued to rain.
They sat there some moments.
Now," said the agent next to the driver, "get him out.
It's clear.
Nobody on the streets." They walked the President between them, first through the front door, then up 3 flights of steps, always keeping the President between them.
They stopped and knocked at 306. The signal: one knock, pause, two knocks- The door was opened and the men quickly pushed the President inside.
The door was then locked and bolted.
Three men were waiting inside.
Two were in their 50's.
The other sat in an outfit that consisted of an old laborer's shirt, 2nd-hand trousers that were too large and ten dollar shoes, scuffed and unpolished.
He sat in a rocker in the center of the room.
He was in his 80's but he smiled-and the eyes were those same eyes; the nose, the chin, the forehead hadn't changed much.
