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head, longing for a bit of conversation, and hoping to coax it
out of the man whose job it was to see and hear nothing.
“Wish I could help you, sir,” Matthew said. “I’m not sure I
know who Yul Brenner is, sir.”
“The King and I? The Ten Commandments? Yul Brenner.”
Delighted that the chauffer was interested, Woodrow was
ready with a bio of the great actor but just then the car passed
under a streetlight. Woodrow saw that Matthew was smiling
and it wasn’t a good smile. It was the kind Woodrow’s kids
gave him when he was showing his age. It was the smile his
wife gave him before she had enough of the political life and
left him. Those smiles never bothered him, but this one did.
This was his chauffer humoring him and that just ticked
Woodrow Calister – distinguished leader of the Armed
Services Committee, respected senator, soon to be vicepresidential
candidate – off in the worst way. It angered him so
much his eyes burned with it but he stayed silent. In the grand
scheme of things Matthew was nothing. Woodrow wasted no
energy on him. Instead, he dialed Jerry.
“It’s me. I was just wondering, do you think Hyashi’s really
on board here?”
Jerry assured Woodrow that he had no doubt Mark Hyashi
was one hundred percent Patriota’s man.
“Look, I’m only a few blocks away. Let’s have a nightcap.
Something happened with Medusa today. It’s been on my
mind.”
“Not a good time, buddy,” Jerry said. “I’m not exactly at
home.”
Woodrow heard a woman giggle and his heart went cold. He
didn’t care who Jerry Norn screwed, but he hated that Jerry
Norn didn’t either. They were, after all, senators. Woodrow
hung up knowing Jerry wouldn’t give a second thought to his
terse goodbye. Woodrow, though, was doing a little soul
searching.