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stretched even further. Because the senator still stood at the
open door Eugene did not imagine that the shiver that ran
through the great man was anything but a reaction to the frigid
air. Finally, he spoke.
“I didn’t realize. I didn’t know him personally.” Ambrose
refolded the paper.
“But you were a part of it. You were the one who…”
Eugene began, only to stop when Ambrose closed the door and
came close.
“It is history, Eugene,” he said quietly, “and I was a very
small part of that history, I assure you.”
“Given the discussion this evening, I thought it relevant.
This could be devastating to the campaign, not to mention this
new program. If the press gets wind of this, it would be a
scandal, sir.” Eugene insisted.
“I have no enemies in the media,” Ambrose insisted. “The
opposition is considered fringe, not me.”
Eugene shook his head, unconvinced. “Times are different,
Senator. The media can change from one minute to the next. I
think we need to be ready.”
“What I think is that it is very late.” Ambrose left no room
for dissent. “We’ll talk later if you really think we must but as
you said the poor man is dead. That rather ends the matter, I
believe. No one will come asking questions. Trust me.”
“We’re heading into a national campaign.” Eugene tried
again to engage the senator, hoping that he would at least
acknowledge his brilliance in putting two and two together.
That wasn’t going to happen.
“And that’s what we should be concentrating on.” Ambrose
opened the door again and stood aside to give Eugene a clear
exit path. “It sounds like everything is taken care of. Good
night then, Eugene.”
Eugene hesitated still. He had never questioned Ambrose’s
judgment but alarm bells were sounding in his head.