the breeze. It was the senator's first moment alone in hours, and he savored the quiet.
All of the party's biggest contributors were lining up now that Chester Whipple was out of the race. If the newspapers had been caught off guard by his sudden withdrawal, they were stunned by the vote he'd used to block the anti-cloning bill, which he had supported with religious fervor. Whipple's supporters were forced to back Travis now, if they wanted to have any influence in the White House. The senator was making it easy for them. He had fought the anti-cloning bill behind the scenes, using front men to do the dirty work, and he was solidly conservative on most of the other issues Whipple's people favored.
Travis closed his eyes and imagined his victory in November. The Democrats were in disarray. They didn't even have a clear front-runner in the primaries, let alone someone who would threaten him in the general election. The presidency was his for the taking.
'They're pulling up, Senator.'
Travis had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he had not heard the bodyguard approach. He followed the man to the front of the house. A black Porsche was just rounding the last turn in the long driveway. Travis grew hard with anticipation and did not notice Ally Bennett, a dark-haired woman in a short black evening dress, who also watched the arrival of the Porsche from the front door.
When the car stopped, the bodyguard opened the passenger door, and Lori Andrews, a slender blonde, got out. She looked around nervously. The heat rose in the senator's cheeks and groin, making him feel like a horny teenager who was about to get laid for the first time.
Jon Dupre, a handsome young man dressed in jeans, a tight black T-shirt, and a white silk jacket got out of the driver's side of the Porsche and walked over to Travis. Ally Bennett walked to his side and smiled at Lori.
'Special delivery as requested, Senator,' Dupre said, flashing a cocky smile.
'Thank you, Jon.'
When Lori saw the senator, the blood drained from her face. Andrews was frail and tiny, and looked as if she'd just recently hit puberty, even though she was a mother in her early twenties. Lori's parents were hard-nosed farmers who had kicked her out when they learned that she was pregnant. She hadn't finished high school, she was not particularly bright, and her looks were all she had going for her. Jon Dupre had taken her off the streets, cleaned her and fed her, and added her to his stable, because he knew that she would do anything to keep her daughter, Stacey, safe and warm. Fear and necessity had made her Jon's slave, but that was going to change. She knew that she and Stacey would be free soon. Until that happened, she had to do what Jon commanded, but she never dreamed that Jon would make her go with the senator again, especially after the last time.
Lori grabbed her pimp's sleeve. 'Please, Jon.'
'What's the matter?' asked Ally Bennett as she slipped a miniature cassette into Dupre's hand. He pocketed it quickly.
'He's the one,' Lori said.
Ally looked blank for a second. Then she understood. She stepped in front of Dupre, blocking his path to the senator.
'You can't, Jon. Please,' Ally begged.
'It's out of my hands,' Dupre answered.
'You're a real bastard.'
Dupre looked embarrassed. Before he could answer, Travis said, 'Aren't you supposed to be in the den?'
Travis nodded to one of the bodyguards. 'Get her out of here.'
The bodyguard took hold of Ally's elbow.
'Let go of me,' Ally said angrily. She tried to pull away but the guard's grip was too strong.
'I'm sorry,' Ally told Lori as she was led into the house.
'I thought you were bringing your best girls,' Travis snapped.
'Ally is great,' Dupre assured him. 'She'll be terrific.'
'She'd better be,' Travis said. Then he nodded to another man who had been quietly smoking in the shadows at the side of the house. The man walked into the light. He was dark-skinned, wiry, and of average height. His short-sleeved shirt showed off muscular arms covered by threatening tattoos. The man's face was flat and pockmarked; his brown eyes were lifeless. A slight mustache covered his upper lip.
' Buenos noches,Lori,' he said in a sweet voice that belied his hard looks. 'Once again, I will be your driver.'
Lori's hand flew to her mouth.
'Come, chiquita. '
She cast a pleading look at Dupre, but he would not meet her eye.
'What about one of the other girls,' he suggested to Travis, a slight quaver in his voice.
'Don't you have enough trouble without pissing me off?' the senator answered angrily before turning his back on Dupre and walking into the house.
'Manuel,' Dupre said to the man who was standing next to Lori, 'can't you do anything?'
'Who am I to stand in the way of true love?'
'He's a fucking psycho,' Dupre said, lowering his voice so that only he, Manuel, and Lori could hear. Manuel nodded his head toward Andrews.
'She's just pussy, man. Harold is gonna be the head of the FBI, the CIA, the DEA, and a lot of other letters in the alphabet that can fuck up both of us. That's not a man you want to annoy.'
