Jerry finally moved back to the rail, gave Ryan a wild, loopy grin, and rolled backward over the side, splashing into the water. Ryan and Lucinda watched him swim away from the boat.
'Get the anchor up. I'll get the engine started.'
Lucinda moved to the anchor winch at the bow and turned it on. She could see Jerry Paradise treading water about twenty feet off the port side watching them. The anchor chain snaked up out of the water and the anchor clanged into the metal cleats under the bowsprit.
Ryan had the engine going and they pulled out of Toyon Bay. As the boat swung around, she caught another glimpse of Jerry Paradise. He still had the same wide nightmarish grin on his face.
Lucinda moved back to Ryan and sat quietly in the cockpit.
'He's going to keep trying,' Ryan said. 'I just got lucky with that ticket falling out. I should have shot him.' 'Why didn't you?'
'Gun was empty. Took all the bullets out a year ago when I started thinking about solving my problems with it.
They sat in silence as the small engine pushed them away from the island.
'Even if it was loaded,' Ryan continued, 'I don't know if I could have done it. Your brother was right. . I need a game with rules.'
Chapter 53
The California Primary would put Haze Richards over the top mathematically, but after Super Tuesday, there was no way he could lose. All of the other Democrati c c andidates had pulled out.
Haze was scheduled to make a speech after the California victory. The campaign staff was staying in the refurbished San Francisco Fairmont Hotel and the speech would be in the banquet room, which was campaign night headquarters for the California Haze Richards for President Committee.
A. J. wanted to keep the speech short because Haze was still in mourning over Anita's death, although it was grief that included at least one romp with Susan Winter each day.
Susan had become the campaign's unofficial first lady, and that caused A. J. more than a little concern. It was bad enough she was sleeping with Haze, but now she tended to treat everybody on the staff like dirt. She had resigned her position as 'body woman' so that she would be free to work on Haze's body, an irony that gave A. J. no pleasure. She had become cold and imperious. The staff responded by calling her Nuclear Winter.
Worse still, A. J.'s relationship with Haze had soured since Haze had won Super Tuesday-a result of the terrible criminal conspiracy they were both part of.
They couldn't stand the sight of each other.
A. J. decided to use that dreadful event rather than run from it. He demanded a meeting at five with Haze, requesting that they meet alone.
By three o'clock on California Tuesday, the exit polls in both northern and southern counties indicated that the win would be with at least 65 percent. Ben Savage, although technically out of the running, was still on the ballot in his home state, but he had only been polling a tepid 20 percent. Haze would be the Democratic nominee.
A. J. needed a quiet meeting with Haze to go over the text of the victory speech. He had worked with Malcolm Rasher for two hours the night before, trying to come up with the perfect three paragraphs thanking Californians for their support in helping Haze through the horrible days after Nita's death and for giving him the margin of delegates needed for victory. They had decided that Haze should talk about Nita, her memory, what she meant to him, how she was looking down and smiling on this day because it had been her dream as much as his.
The meeting took place in Haze's hotel room as scheduled. The room was the presidential suite of the Fairmont Hotel. The ceilings were twenty feet high with hand-carved frescoes. The plate-glass windows overlooked the magnificent harbor with the red span of the Golden Gate Bridge cutting across the bay to Sausalito. It was a long way from Bud and Sarah Caulfield's humble farm in Grinnell, Iowa. Haze and Susan were wearing matching blue monogrammed robes.
'Whatta you want?' Haze asked brusquely.
'I've got the victory speech,' A. J. said as he handed the pages to the candidate who read them, handing each one to Susan after he'd finished it. She was shaking her head in silent disbelief by the time she got halfway down the first page.
'How much longer do you think you can play this pathetic bullshit about Anita?' Susan asked, drilling A. J. with cold eyes.
'Oh, about four months, give or take a day,' he said, the bile rising in his throat.
'You're making Haze look weak. He's standing there, blubbering about Anita in front of the world. I think he should look strong. I think we oughta talk about the future, not the past.'
'Well, gee, let me run right down and work on that.' 'I think Suzie has a point,' Haze said.
There was a deadly silence in the room. A. J. started getting angry. 'I've got poll stats down in my room that say America's heart is breaking for your loss. They want you to cry for Anita. She was your life mate, she was your partner. They know you loved her and they love you for it. I got you this far, I won Iowa, I came up with the defining event in New York, got the financing, and, goddammit, I'm not gonna stand around here and watch you shtup it away in a sea of vaginal bullshit.'
'That's it, Haze. . Fire this piece of shit,' Susan hissed.
'You can't fire me, Haze, and you know why? Because you and I share a terrible secret. Wanna tell Nuclear Winter here what it is?'
'Cut it out, A. J.'
'I'll tell her. Want me to spill it right now, old buddy? 'Cause it's okay with me.' The guilt over Anita was wearing A. J. down. He was perilously close to cracking up.
'Shut up,' Haze said softly.
'Then tell her to get out! I have something else to say.' 'Give us a minute, Susan.'
'What?' She was on her feet now, wondering what A. J. had that could possibly outgun her.
'Get out, Susan,' Haze said, more forcefully. . and she got up and started for the bedroom.
'Not here. Tell her to go to her own room.' A. J.
opened the door and checked the hall for press. Then he motioned Susan to exit.
'Go on,' Haze said, and she moved out of the room, pausing for a second to drill A. J. with a venomous look. A. J. had slept with Susan Winter back when she was a law clerk in his office. A. J. had given her the job with the campaign, and now she had become a virulent enemy. After she left, he closed the door.
'Haze, you're gonna ruin this, throw the whole thing away.'
'I don't think so.'
'Have you even looked at my stature strategy? I sent it up to you three days ago. You haven't said a word.' He was referring to a program he'd devised to raise Haze's international stature after winning the primary. Haze had no international profile at all. A. J. wanted Haze to go abroad and have a series of meetings with important international figures like John Major, or Mitterrand. . with Yeltsin. Get his picture taken with Arafat and key members of the Israeli Knesset. The idea was to show Haze solving world problems with the heads of state in Europe, the Middle East, and the Orient.
'I don't want to go abroad.'
'Haze, I can't protect you from the press if you're here.'
'I don't need protection.'
'You need protection. You're gonna say something stupid, make some blunder. You're not used to this kind of intense scrutiny. If I can get you overseas, we can play it differently. Haze, listen to me. Overseas, you're dealing with delicate shit. You can't discuss it. You can stay above the issues, like we did here. Somebody says, what's your position on the Serbs in Sarajevo, whatta you gonna say?'
