“I know someone who hates him more than you do,” Yoko said grimly.

The Sisters whirled around when they heard loud banging on the door. The doorbell shrilled at the same time.

“Quick!” Annie shouted. “Drag these two into the bathroom and close the door. Stuff a towel at the bottom of the door. Alexis, take the tops off the beehives.”

The Sisters moved to the front door as millions of bees invaded the apartment. Kathryn opened the door, and the bees swirled ahead of her, a monstrous black swarm. The crowd of police, reporters, and Watergate security ran for cover.

“Killer bees, cover your faces,” Isabelle barked as she headed for the EXIT sign. She held open the door until the others were through and on the steps. She propped open the stairwell door. On the third floor, Annie propped open that door, and Myra did the same thing on the second floor. When they reached the first floor, the swarm of bees was buzzing so loudly that people were covering their ears and trying to seek shelter.

“Killer bees! Run! Cover your faces! If you get bitten, go to the hospital immediately,” Kathryn shouted over and over.

The Sisters kept up Kathryn’s chant as they made their way to the door leading to the street outside.

Directly in their line of vision was a large white van that said HAZMAT on the panel in bold black letters. As far as the eye could see, people were running down the street, away from the Watergate—except for Joe Espinosa, who had his camera at the ready. Ted Robinson was texting so fast that time seemed to stop. From time to time they swatted at any pesky bees that got too close.

The Sisters lined up, removed their headgear, and gave a slow, sweeping bow as Espinosa clicked and clicked. The pictures were on their way to the Post even as Alexis winked at him, then blew him an air kiss.

Their work done, the Sisters ran for the van and climbed inside. “Whoever you are, burn rubber,” Annie bellowed.

“My pleasure, ladies.”

“Charles!” the Sisters shouted in unison.

“They weren’t really killer bees, were they, Charles?” Myra asked anxiously.

Charles laughed. “No, they were honeybees.”

The questions came fast and furious. “Why are you here? What happened? Where are we going? Tell us!”

“All in good time, ladies. I have to keep my eyes on the road to make sure we arrive at our destination safely.”

Kathryn looked out of one of the dark-tinted windows. “I might be wrong, but I think we have an escort, front and back. Oh, and on the left side, too.”

Charles laughed. “Never leave anything to chance.”

Back at the Watergate, police, FBI agents, and a lone woman were standing near the doorway to the front entrance.

“I’m not saying you were wrong, Miss Augustine, but I’m not saying you were right either,” Bert Navarro said.