react, just kept walking. A Secret Service agent stood at the bank of elevators, first in a long line of agents on the way to the vice president. He showed the agent his creds and took the sole elevator that stopped on the third floor. He said nothing to the dozen family members and friends stuffed in the waiting room. He walked into the ICU, creds out, and stopped. Half of the ICU was given over to the vice president. Savich had expected there to be protection, but there were six Secret Service personnel stationed outside of Vice President Valenti's room, eyeing every person who came within twelve feet of them. It seemed a bit of overkill, maybe partly for show.
He spotted Secret Service Agent Alma Stone and pulled out his creds, flashing each guard as he passed.
'Alma, you've got yourself a fortress here.'
'You got that right, Dillon. I was told you were coming to speak to Vice President Valenti. I'll tell you, he's barely conscious, but he wants to talk to you, insisted to his doctors when they dared to disagree. Those are two of his physicians now. These guys don't ever crack a smile, so don't worry about it.'
She introduced him to two very serious-faced older men in white coats and scrubs, turned, and quietly opened the glass door.
The two doctors followed Savich into a private cubicle with curtained glass walls, quiet except for the sounds of the machines that kept Valenti tethered to life. There were only chairs and the bed in the room, no flowers, no cards, and enough equipment to launch a rocket, all of it beeping or whirring or humming in random rhythms.
A man and a woman stood by the window, arms crossed over their chests until Savich came in, and they straightened, their hands going closer to their sides, and their weapons.
Savich waited for Alma to nod her okay to the other agents. Then she patted his arm and left the small room. Savich looked hard at the two doctors who stationed themselves at the foot of the bed, giving them silent notice not to interfere, and walked to stand next to Valenti.
Valenti looked ten years older, his handsome hawk's face waxy gray, his eyelids bruised, oxygen tubes in his nose, one of his legs in a cast. He was fastened to several IVs, including one in his neck. His breathing was slow, but not all that labored, which was a relief to Savich.
Alex Valenti was in serious but stable condition, the media had announced with special reports and streamers running along the bottom of TV screens across the country.
The talking heads were at a loss, with nothing much left to speculate about.
Savich leaned down and lightly laid his palm on Valenti's forearm, above one of the IV lines. 'Sir, I'm here.'
The famous green eyes opened slowly. It took Valenti a while to focus, but when he did, Savich saw awareness and the blaze of ferocious intelligence in his eyes. 'Savich. Good, you came. Do you know who did this to me? Was it terrorists? Is anyone taking credit? I know it wasn't an accident.'
'No, it wasn't an accident. The car was sabotaged, but we don't think it was political or tied to terrorists. Sir, while we have the opportunity, could you please tell me about your relationship to Senator David Hoffman?'
Valenti blinked. 'David? Why?' Savich saw a flash of pain, a moment of confusion.
One of the physicians came forward and pushed the morphine button beside Valenti. 'That will help, sir. You'll feel better in a few minutes.' He placed the button in Valenti's hand, and curled his fingers around it.
They all waited, the physicians' eyes on Valenti, until he had it together again. 'Okay, that's better now. All right, I'll tell you about David and what he did-he got that incredible Mercedes to rub my nose in it. He knew I'd be mad to drive it, since I'd never driven a Brabus before. He was right. All I could think was what an incredible machine, I was flying, that amazing engine purring, it was more than anything I'd known in a long time.'
'Let's get back to you and Senator Hoffman. Are you still good friends?' Savich saw Valenti had to shift mental gears, that it wasn't simply automatic. He had to work at it.
'David and I are the best of friends. We've known each other for a thousand years, well, maybe a hundred is closer.'
'Very longtime friends,' Savich said, all of which he already knew.
'Yes, all the way back to just after we all graduated college. It was odd, really, now that I think about it. Both David and I knew-knew all the way to our bones-that we wanted to go into politics. We took different routes, though. David wanted Congress from the get-go but I preferred state government. I was reelected governor of Virginia the same year David won his first election to the Senate. He'd been a congressman for fourteen years before that.'
'And you, sir, before you were elected governor?' Of course Savich knew every single fact about Valenti, but he wanted him thinking and focused.
'I started out local, mayor of Richmond, then moved to state government, worked up to governor. I hope I did some good, I tried. Three years ago, when I was in my third term as governor, President Holley tapped me as his running mate. I hadn't considered it, really didn't want it, but David was one of those who talked me into accepting the nomination. Of course my wife and children were great assets in the campaign, they still are.'
'During these years, your family and Hoffman's family got together a lot?'
If the vice president wondered at the direction of these questions, he didn't let on. Savich imagined he was pleased to be able to talk and make sense.
'Yes, of course. I knew David's wife, Nikki, ever since we both attended the same high school. Then Nikki went to Stanford on a scholarship-she was very smart and so sweet. I went to Harvard, a tradition in my family going back to my grandfather.
'Did you ever meet Nikki, Agent Savich?'
'Yes I did, in a way.'
'Her death wasn't a shock, but I'll tell you, it was difficult for all of us, David in particular. I'll catch myself thinking of her even now, wondering what she'd have to say about this or that.
'Like all eighteen-year-olds, we thought we were in love, but of course when you're young, life is always nearly too serious to bear. Nikki went to Stanford and met David. At Harvard I met my wife, Elyssa. She was two years behind me, at Radcliffe. I remember it was Nikki who got us all together back then. We've been great friends ever since.' Valenti tried for a smile and managed a small one. 'Our families ended up living within driving distance of each other.'
'You're also close to the Richards family, I know. Bowie sends his best wishes.'
'Oh, yes, we all go back nearly to the ark. Bowie's a cracker FBI agent. We were pleased when he came back east.'
'What do you think of Senator Hoffman's sons, Aiden and Benson?'
Valenti closed his eyes and fell silent. He whispered, sounding so tired, it worried Savich, 'I don't know what to say.'
'The truth, sir.'
'I don't guess it matters, everyone knows what they are. Frankly, both Aiden and Benson are disappointments. Nikki never got over how they turned out. They resent their father's tight hold on his own money. When Nikki died three years ago, David simply let them go. I remember he told me they're adults and there was nothing more he could do.'
'Have you ever known them to be violent?'
'Yes, actually. With women. David hushed up a couple of assaults on women they were seeing, paid them off so they wouldn't press charges. Spoiled men acting out.'
'I've spoken to both Aiden and Benson. They tell me you're an excellent driver. You've driven competitively in Europe.'
Another smile brought on a dash of pain with it. Savich watched the vice president press the button for another hit of morphine.
'Yes, Elyssa has always hated that passion of mine because it scared her so much. Now she wants desperately to say 'I told you so,' but since I'm down and out, she can't.'
Savich said, 'The two gentlemen standing at the end of your bed say you're not going to die, sir.'
'I'm pleased, at least most of the time now.' Valenti fell silent a moment, studying Savich's face.
'Tell me what happened.'
Valenti gave Savich a small nod. 'I see you have no doubts at all about this. Good, because there's no other way it makes sense. I was taking a turn hard, testing the cornering a bit, when something jostled in the wheel. Then the steering failed completely. I jerked the wheel back and forth, but it didn't work. Then it all happened fast. I hit the brakes, but I was moving too fast, must have been near eighty. I saw that tree and I hit it in the same
