Suspends Agents On Trump’s Detail During PA Assassination Attempt .pt
Six Secret Service agents were suspended without pay or benefits following an attempted assassination of President Donald Trump at a rally in Pennsylvania in July 2024.
Matt Quinn, the agency’s deputy director, told CBS News on Wednesday that they “weren’t going to fire [their] way out of this,” but did say they are “laser focused on fixing the root cause of the problem.”
Quinn told the outlet that the agents received penalties ranging from 10 to 42 days of unpaid leave and were assigned to restricted roles with reduced responsibilities upon their return. He added that the disciplinary measures followed a federally mandated process.
The agency faced intense criticism after the security breach that enabled gunman Thomas Crooks to open fire toward the stage at a rally in Butler, Pennsylvania, on July 13, 2024.
Corey Comperatore, a 50-year-old firefighter, father, and husband attending the event, was killed. President Trump was grazed by a bullet, and two other men were wounded by the gunfire. Crooks was ultimately killed by a Secret Service sniper.
“Secret Service is totally accountable for Butler,” Quinn told CBS. “Butler was an operational failure and we are focused today on ensuring that it never happens again.” He also said the agency is focusing on the “root cause” of the operational failure and fixing “the deficiencies that put us in that situation.”
Since the Butler rally, Quinn stated that the Secret Service has deployed a new fleet of military-grade drones and mobile command posts to enhance radio communications with local law enforcement, Fox News reported.
The agency faced renewed criticism weeks later following a second assassination attempt on Trump in West Palm Beach, Florida. Although the attempt was thwarted, then-Secret Service Director Kimberly Cheatle resigned, and the agency became the focus of multiple investigations and congressional hearings.
In December, a bipartisan House task force released a 180-page report declaring the Butler incident “preventable,” pointing to “preexisting” leadership and training deficiencies that “created an environment” conducive to security failures.
The report also noted that Secret Service did not coordinate well with local law enforcement.
Trump made some comments last week regarding the government’s investigation into one of the assassination attempts against him last year.
In response to a reporter’s query on Friday, the president said he’s “very satisfied” with the FBI’s investigation into the assassination attempt against him in Pennsylvania.
Trump made his remarks to Daily Caller White House Correspondent Reagan Reese on Thursday, putting to rest months of speculation and doubt surrounding the case. Until now, Trump had stopped short of giving the FBI a full endorsement, The Daily Caller reported.
In an earlier interview with Fox News, he admitted some parts of the case didn’t sit right. “I’m relying on my people to tell me what it is … The Secret Service, they tell me, is fine. But it’s a little hard to believe,” he said.
Back in March, FBI Deputy Director Dan Bongino told Fox News there was no evidence of some grand conspiracy against Trump. “In some of these cases, the ‘there’ you’re looking for is not there. And I know people — I get it, I understand. It’s not there. If it was there, we would have told you,” Bongino said.
That same month, Daily Caller’s Reese pressed White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt about whether Trump was satisfied with Bongino’s answer.
Leavitt responded, “Well, in the lead-up to your question, you answered your own question with the president’s own words, and I’ll leave it at that.”
In May, Bongino announced investigations into some well-known cases that involve “potential public corruption.”
The cases, which appeared to be ignored during the administration of former President Joe Biden, that are getting a new look include the attempted pipe-bombing in Washington, D.C., cocaine that was found at the White House, and the leak of the Supreme Court’s Dobbs decision that ended Roe v. Wade.
Mary opened the presidential suite just minutes before her wedding—and found Ethan in bed with Vanessa. Vanessa pulled the blanket around herself. “Mary, this isn't what it looks like.”
Mary opened the presidential suite just minutes before her wedding—and found Ethan in bed with Vanessa.
Vanessa pulled the blanket around herself.
“Mary, this isn't what it looks like.”
Mary stared at them without screaming.
“It looks exactly like the end of your lives.”
Ethan rushed toward her, desperate to explain.
But Mary stepped backward, locked the door, and calmly pulled a phone from her silver clutch.
“Put the phone down and let me explain.”
Mary never argued.
She activated speakerphone, removed her engagement ring, and placed it on the table.
Then she gave one instruction:
“Cancel the wedding—and transfer every share out of Ethan's name.”
Ethan froze.
Vanessa stopped buttoning her shirt.
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The mistress thought she had won Ethan, until Grace’s three brothers arrived and recognized exactly who she was.
The slap was so loud that the anniversary candles trembled.
Grace Walker did not scream. She did not fall. She simply stood beside the dining table with one hand pressed against her burning cheek and the other wrapped instinctively around the small curve of her stomach. Across from her, her husband was breathing hard. Ethan Walker looked almost as shocked by what he had done as she was.
Almost.
Behind him stood Lauren Pierce, the woman Ethan had brought into their home on the night of their fifth wedding anniversary. The woman wearing a black cocktail dress, Ethan's favorite perfume, and the faintest smile on her lips.
"Don't speak to Lauren like that again," Ethan snapped, his chest heaving under his tailored linen shirt.
Grace slowly lifted her eyes. She didn't cry. And that was when Lauren's smile disappeared. Because everyone who knew Grace knew the same things about her. She was gentle. Patient. Quiet. The kind of woman who remembered birthdays, sent handwritten thank-you notes, and apologized when someone else bumped into her at the grocery store.
But there was one thing almost nobody in Ethan's world knew about Grace. She had three older brothers. And years ago, those three men had made her a promise.
We will stay out of your marriage because you asked us to. But if he ever makes you afraid to call us, the promise is over.
Grace had never called. Not during the lonely dinners. Not during Ethan's late-night "business meetings." Not when strange perfume began appearing on his shirts. Not even when she discovered that he had been deleting messages from Lauren.
But twenty minutes before Ethan slapped her, Grace had quietly pressed one button on her phone. She hadn't called her brothers. She had sent three words to a group chat that had been dormant for five years: I need you.
They were already on their way.
Three hours earlier, Grace had been standing in the kitchen of their sprawling brick home in Charlotte's Myers Park neighborhood, arranging rosemary around a platter of Ethan's favorite roasted tenderloin. She had spent the afternoon preparing everything herself. Five years. Five years since she had walked down the aisle toward a nervous young entrepreneur who could barely afford the small lakefront wedding they had wanted.
Back then, Ethan had not owned Walker Development. He had owned a laptop, a used pickup, forty thousand dollars in business debt, and a dream. Grace had loved him before the money. She had sat beside him while he pitched investors. She had driven him to the hospital when his mother got sick. When his first major project nearly collapsed, Grace quietly sold jewelry inherited from her grandmother to cover payroll. Ethan never knew. She had never wanted him to feel indebted to her.
Tonight, Grace had planned to give him something far more important than another anniversary gift. Inside a small cream-colored box beside his plate was an ultrasound photograph. Their baby. She was seventeen weeks pregnant. She had hidden the pregnancy only because Ethan had been so distant lately that she kept waiting for the perfect moment. Somewhere inside her, Grace had known no perfect moment was coming.
At 8:47 p.m., headlights swept across the front windows. She smiled despite herself. Then the front door opened. Two sets of footsteps entered. Ethan appeared first. Lauren followed. Grace stared. Ethan loosened his tie.
"Grace."
She looked past him. "Who's she?"
Lauren answered before he did. "Lauren Pierce."
Grace already knew the name. Senior consultant. Thirty-two. Recently divorced. Three hundred and twelve messages exchanged with Ethan over six weeks, according to the phone bill he had forgotten was still connected to their family account.
Ethan tossed his keys onto the console. "Lauren is working with me on the Southgate acquisition."
"At nine o'clock on our anniversary?"
Lauren smiled. "Some professional relationships don't keep office hours."
The room seemed to contract around Grace. She looked at Ethan. "Are you sleeping with her?"
His jaw tightened. "Not tonight, Grace."
"That's not an answer."
"I'm tired of being interrogated in my own house."
"I'm not interrogating you. I'm asking my husband whether he's having an affair."
Lauren crossed her arms. "Maybe you should give him some room."
Grace turned toward her. "You don't get to tell me how to speak to my husband."
Lauren gave a tiny laugh. "Your husband?"
Grace felt something cold settle in her chest. Lauren stepped beside Ethan and slipped her hand around his arm. Ethan did not remove it.
"I think she still doesn't understand," Lauren murmured.
Grace looked at him. "Understand what?"
"Understand that you're an anchor holding him back, Grace," Lauren said smoothly, her eyes gleaming with triumphant maliciousness. "Ethan hasn't belonged to you for a long time. Walker Development is moving into tier-one private equity, and a quiet little housewife who bakes pot roasts doesn't fit the portfolio. Show some dignity and pack your bags."
Grace stared at Lauren, then shifted her gaze to Ethan. "Is this what you want? You brought your mistress into our house on our anniversary to throw me out?"
"Watch your mouth!" Ethan shouted, stepping forward. "Lauren is a partner at Vance Capital! Her family controls twenty percent of the commercial zoning rights in this city! She has done more for my company in two months than you've done in five years!"
"I gave you five years of my life," Grace said, her voice dropping into a register so quiet, so steady, it made Ethan pause. "I loved you when you were nobody."
"And that's your problem, Grace!" Ethan sneered, emboldened by the whiskey on his breath and the woman on his arm. "You always treated me like a nobody! You wanted me quiet, humble, and manageable. Lauren sees who I really am."
Grace looked at Lauren's dismissive smile, then at Ethan's flushed, arrogant face. She reached out and deliberately swept the cream-colored box containing the ultrasound off the dining table. It hit the hardwood floor with a soft click, sliding under the sideboard.
"Get out of my house, Lauren," Grace said quietly.
"Make me," Lauren scoffed, crossing her arms.
Grace took one step toward Lauren. "I said, get—"
That was when Ethan snapped. He lunged forward, his open hand striking Grace across the face with terrifying force.
The impact echoed off the vaulted ceilings.
Silence fell over the room—thick, suffocating, and absolute.
Ethan stood frozen, his hand still suspended in the air. He looked at his hand, then at the bright crimson mark blooming across Grace's cheek. For a fraction of a second, panic flickered in his eyes. "Grace... I... you pushed me—"
Grace didn't cry. She didn't scream. She simply pressed her left hand against her burning cheek, her right hand remaining firmly planted on her abdomen. She looked at Ethan not with anger, but with a profound, terrifying emptiness.
Before Ethan could say another word, three dark luxury SUVs pulled onto the cobblestone driveway outside, their tires crunching violently against the stone.
