Chapters (62)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Also by Michael Palmer
- About the Author
Moments later, she was there beside him, and all the work he had done reeling in his feelings crumbled. She was wearing jeans and a Windbreaker as she had when they first met, and just as then, she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
“I figured you came to my house last night,” she said. “The least I could do was come to yours.”
The summons to attend a critical meeting at the White House had come from Martin Mallory’s chief of staff, Leonard Santoro. Lou was ushered into the Cabinet room, where most of the Cabinet, as well as the vice president and Speaker of the House questioned him politely about what they called the Chester Affair. The president showed up toward the end of Lou’s testimony, and the First Lady arrived just as Lou was about to leave. Aside from shaking his hand, and a moment of eye contact, there was no obvious connection between them. When the session was over for him, Lou was escorted without comment to his car. He drove home with the strong sense that Mallory’s presidency was about to come to an end.
“I like your place,” Darlene said, taking a spot on the couch without waiting for Lou to offer her one.
He took the other end, knee on a cushion, hands folded in his lap. “Thanks,” he said. “Next to some other places I’ve lived, it’s the Taj Mahal. Emily likes it here, and that’s what really counts, and I love being right across the street from the gym. Do you want something? Milk? Juice? Cookies?”
Darlene shook her head. “I won’t stay long. Is Emily okay?”
“Doing fine. Hopefully she’ll never know how close she came to being fatherless.”
“I know. Martin and I listened to your testimony last night from his office. What you and your friends went through was so damn horrible. You were terrific, by the way.”
“Thanks. I probably wouldn’t have been able to speak if I had known you were listening.”
“You do know that sending in the Rangers was Martin’s idea, yes?”
Lou nodded. “His man Santoro told me. Santoro didn’t say so, and maybe he didn’t know, but I was pretty sure you had something to do with it.”