“He can politically ruin your father and me,” said Loren. “As long as he holds the negatives of the photographs, he can call the shots.”

“Come now,” Pitt said, smiling at her. “Congressman Daggat is about to retire from the blackmail profession. He has no talent for it anyway. He wouldn’t last ten minutes against a tried and true professional.”

“Like yourself?” said Daggat menacingly.

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“No, like my father. I believe you know of him. Senator George Pitt. When I explained your little operation, he jokingly asked for a set of photos as a memento. You see, he’s never seen his fair-haired boy in action before.”

“You’re insane,” Felicia hissed.

“You told your father?” Daggat murmured. He looked slightly dazed. “I don’t believe you.”

“The moment of truth,” Pitt said, the smile still tugging the corners of his mouth. “Does the name Sam Jackson ring a bell with you?”

Daggat sucked in his breath. “He talked. The bastard talked!”

“Sang like a superstar. Hates your guts, by the way. Sam can’t wait to testify against you at the House Ethics Committee hearing.”

A trace of fear edged Daggat’s voice. “You wouldn’t dare expose those pictures to an investigation.”

“What in hell have I got to lose?” Pitt said. “My father is getting ready to retire next year anyway. Take my case: once those photos are distributed, I’ll probably have to beat half the secretaries in town off with a club.”

“You egotistical pig,” Felicia said. “You don’t care about what happens to Loren.”

“I care,” Pitt said softly. “Being a woman, she’ll suffer embarrassment, but that will be a small price to pay so our friend Daggat here can spend a few years making license plates in the slammer. When he gets paroled, he’ll need a new vocation, since his party will want no part of him.”

Daggat flushed and leaned threateningly toward Pitt. “Bullshit!” he raged.

Pitt fixed Daggat with a stare that would have frozen a shark. “Congress frowns on scum who pull gutter tactics to pass legislation. There was a time not too many years ago when your scheme might have worked, Congressman, but these days there are enough honest people on Capitol Hill who would boot your ass from the city limits if they got wind of this.”

Daggat relaxed. He was beaten and he knew it. “What do you want me to do?”

“Destroy the negatives.”

“That’s all?” ‘

Pitt nodded.

Daggat’s face took on a leery expression. “No pound of flesh, Mr. Pitt?”

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