'ARE YOU COMPLETELY NUTS?' STEPHANIE SCREAMED AT DAVIS from the ground.
Her compatriot remained on the deck.
'He's gone,' Davis said.
She carefully climbed the stairs, not trusting a word he said.
'I heard a window open, then close.'
'That doesn't mean he's gone, it just means a window opened and closed.'
Davis stepped through the destroyed glass doors.
'Edwin-'
He disappeared into the blackness and she rushed in behind him. He was headed for the bedroom. A light switched on and she came to the door. Davis was taking Herbert Rowland's pulse.
'Barely beating. And he apparently didn't hear a thing. He's in a coma.'
She was still concerned about a man with a shotgun. Davis reached for the phone and she saw him punch three numbers.
911.
1:30 AM
RAMSEY HEARD THE FRONT DOOR CHIME. HE SMILED. HE'D BEEN sitting patiently, reading a thriller by David Morrell, one of his favorite writers. He closed the book and allowed his late-night visitor to sweat a little. Finally, he stood, walked into the foyer, and opened the door.
Senator Aatos Kane stood outside in the cold.
'You sorry no good-' Kane said.
He shrugged. 'Actually, I thought my response was rather mild considering the rudeness I was shown by your aide.'
Kane stormed inside.
Ramsey did not offer to take the senator's coat. Apparently, the map store operative had already done as instructed, sending a message through Kane's aide, the same insolent prick who'd strong-armed him on the Capitol Mall, that she possessed information concerning the disappearance of an aide who'd worked for Kane three years ago. That woman had been an attractive redhead from Michigan who'd tragically fallen victim to a serial killer who had plagued the DC area. The mass murderer was eventually found, after committing suicide, the whole affair making headlines across the country.
'You sorry bastard,' Kane screamed. 'You said it was over.'
'Let's sit down.'
'I don't want to sit. I want to punch your lights out.'
'Which will change nothing.' He loved twisting the knife. 'I'll still have the upper hand. So you have to ask yourself. Do you want to have a chance to be president? Or would you prefer certain disgrace?'
Kane's anger was accompanied by a clear uneasiness. The view from inside the trap looking out was quite different.
They continued to exchange hard glances, like two lions deciding on who should feast first. Finally, Kane nodded. Ramsey led the senator into the den, where they sat. The room was small, which forced an awkward intimacy. Kane seemed uncomfortable, as he should be.
'I came to you last night, and this morning, to ask for help,' Ramsey said. 'A sincere request made to, what I thought, was a friend.' He paused. 'I was offered nothing in return but arrogance. Your aide was rude and obnoxious. Of course, he was simply doing as you instructed. Hence, my response.'
'You're a deceitful bastard.'
'And you're a cheating husband who managed to conceal his mistake with the convenient death of a serial killer. You even extracted, as I recall, public sympathy for your aide's tragic demise by displaying outrage at her fate. What would your constituents, your family, think if they knew she'd recently aborted a pregnancy-and you were the father?'
'There's no proof of that.'
'Yet you sure were panicked at the time.'
'You know that she could have ruined me, whether I was the father or not. Her allegations would have been all that mattered.'
Ramsey sat ramrod-straight. Admiral Dyals had taught him how to clearly convey who was in charge.
'And your lover knew that,' he said, 'which is why she was able to manipulate you, which is again why you were so appreciative of my help.'
The memory of his past predicament seemed to calm Kane's anger. 'I had no idea what you planned. I would have never agreed to what you actually did.'
'Really? It was the smart play. We killed her, framed another killer, then killed him. As I recall, the press applauded the outcome. The suicide saved a trial and execution and made for some terrific news stories.' He paused. 'And I don't recall a single objection voiced by you at the time.'
He knew that the most dangerous threat any politician faced was an accusation from a supposed lover. So many had been brought down in such a simple manner. It didn't matter if the allegations were unproven or even patently false. All that mattered was they existed.
Kane sat back in the chair. 'I had little choice once I realized what you'd done. What do you want, Ramsey?'
No Admiral, nor even the courtesy of a first name. 'I want to ensure that I become the next member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. I thought I made that clear today.'
'Do you know how many others want that job?'
'Several, I'm sure. But, you see, Aatos, I created that vacancy, so it should rightfully be mine.'
Kane stared at him with uncertainty, digesting the admission. 'I should have known.'
'I'm telling you this for three reasons. First, I know you're not going to tell anyone. Second, you need to understand who you are dealing with. And third, I know you want to be president. The experts say you have a reasonable shot. The party supports you, your poll numbers are excellent, the competition is unimpressive. You have the contacts and the means to raise contributions. I'm told that, privately, you have an assurance of thirty million dollars as seed money from a variety of donors.'
'You've been busy,' Kane said with an air of pained politeness.
'You're reasonably young, in good health, your wife supports you in every way. Your children adore you. All in all, you'd make quite the candidate.'
'Except that I screwed a staffer three years ago, she got pregnant, aborted the baby, and then decided she loved me.'
'Something like that. Unfortunately, for her, she fell victim to a mass murderer, one who, in the throes of insanity, took his own life. Thankfully, he left quite a bit of evidence behind that linked him to all of the crimes, hers included, so a potential disaster for you turned into a plus.'
And Ramsey had wisely hedged his bets by obtaining the abortion records from the South Texas clinic and a copy of the videotaped mandatory counseling session Texas law required before any abortion could be performed. The staffer, though using false identification, had broken down and told the counselor, without naming names, of an affair with her employer. Not a lot of details, but enough to play well on Inside Edition, Extra, or The Maury Show- and utterly ruin Aatos Kane's chances for the White House.
The operative from the map store had done well, making clear to Kane's chief of staff that she was that
