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There wouldn’t be a shadow to cross his face that Woodrow
wouldn’t see. Woodrow lit a cigarette.
“Does Ambrose even know you’re here?”
“No. He does not,” his voice caught. He felt as if he were
betraying his senator and he had no idea why. What he was
doing was insurance for Ambrose, protection in the form of a
powerful ally. Still, Eugene felt a need to qualify his statement.
“But, Senator, I hope you know I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t
think this situation was critical.”
“That is not a promising opening salvo,” Woodrow noted.
He flicked his ash and took a drink.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be overly dramatic. I have
briefed Senator Patriota about this. He is unconcerned, but my
concern is growing. Considering this might affect you if you
were to be Senator Patriota’s running mate, and that it involves
the DOD and you chair the committee, I thought your counsel
would be appropriate.”
Eugene took a drink. He took another. The booze didn’t
warm him and Calister’s silence did not reassure him. His
decision to request this meeting was impulsive and now he
realized it could also be risky. This meeting could be construed
as insubordination.
“Eugene, please, I’m happy to help but I need to know what
you’re talking about before I know if I can do anything,”
Woodrow prodded. “Is Ambrose sick?”
“No. No. Nothing like that.” Eugene shook his head
vehemently. “This has to do with the disruption a few weeks
ago during the hearing on Eastern European Organized
Crime.”
“Yes. I heard about it.” Woodrow drank, too. “I didn’t hear
about any fallout.”
Eugene cleared his throat.
“The most immediate fallout was that the man who was
responsible for it killed himself later on that evening.”