little extra spice, and it was a potent concoction. Heat it over a hot temper and it was irresistible.
“I don’t know,” I answered.
“This is a bull in a… a…” Analogies were failing him. “In a dynamite factory. A herd of bulls.”
“Calm down, Fred. Let’s just talk about it a little.”
“Then say something reasonable.” He wasn’t buying it. But he had to listen to me.
“I’ve taken over from Melvin and I’ve found out what he was doing. Now I want to make it right.”
“You’re much too young and inexperienced to try something like this.”
“That’s why I’m doing it. I’m young and idealistic.”
That brought a fairly violent snort. “You are nothing of the sort.”
“I might be.”
“Your businesses are implicated. Melvin was not the only one involved. Bright will name names. He’ll try to take everything you have down with him.”
I shrugged. “Then they’ll go down. They’ll only be getting what they deserve.”
“These are your highest officers and managers.”
“Not the highest. One rank down. I’ll pay fines. I’ll help them as much as they deserve. The businesses will survive.”
“Maybe.” Fred had had enough. “Maybe they will. You wouldn’t know. That is your greatest risk. Yes, you might cause significant damage to the governor without damaging yourself. But you would be removing the shelter your businesses currently enjoy. I am no businessman, but even I can guess what might happen.”
“I can guess, too. They’ll have to adjust.”
“And with your immense business experience, you will lead them through this adjustment. Or will you have rid yourself of them first?”
“I won’t answer that.”
“You have no answer. You are proposing a reckless, foolish, lunatic plan.”
“Yours is no better.”
“Yes it is. Of course it is! It’s realistic and prudent. It’s what Bright is expecting, and he’ll come to an agreement. What gives you the right to dictate to the governor?”
“Apparently someone has to. It’s my job as king, isn’t it? The man is a criminal.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
We were stuck. I didn’t want to just walk out, but I wasn’t going to argue.
“Okay, Fred. We’ll send out a warning. I’ve started looking through Melvin’s papers, and I have some concerns to discuss with the governor. Or Clinton Grainger. Or that police detective, Wilcox. You tell me how to do it. That’s about the same level of threat he’s thrown at us.”
Fred was scowling. “It’s still leading into very dangerous territory.”
“We’re already there.”
“I’ll consider it. But I’m not advising you to do this.”
“You’ve made that very clear, Fred. Remember what I said before. As far as I’m concerned, I’m still in the locked room and the man is still shooting at me.”
“In your analogy, do you also have a gun?”
“In this case, yes.”
Three days in my life had now passed since I had taken the throne. It took God six days to make the world, and then he needed a day off. I figured I was on the same pace. Another three days like these, and I would have about demolished everything he had done. Wait… not what God had made, just what Melvin had. God, Melvin- it was easy to get them mixed up.
What was the point of being rich if you still drove home from work every night just like any working peasant? I was stuck in traffic, and it wasn’t helping my attitude.
Katie was right. We needed a better place to live. I didn’t care what our guests and admirers thought, but to me the house felt vulnerable. Anybody could walk in the front door: a reporter, a murderer, whoever. I was surprised we hadn’t had one of them knock on the door yet.
A reporter. Not a murderer.
So-a new house. Somewhere more secure. That would keep Katie busy for a while.
Oh yeah, murderer, right. Where were we on that one? I still had my list. Nathan Kern, too pious. Eric, too ingenuous. Katie, too unimaginative, or at least too mechanically challenged. Fred, too.. . actually, Fred seemed pretty likely.
It was just the list of people I knew, not the list of business rivals and politicians and mobsters the police would have come up with. But if it was someone I didn’t know, I wouldn’t care. Hopefully it would turn out to be a hit man that Governor Bright had hired- not that the police would ever press that charge.
The traffic moved a hundred yards and stopped.
I needed a break. I’d go somewhere for the weekend.
Katie had suggested Europe, but I wouldn’t do that without her, and I wanted to be alone. Then I remembered the townhouse in Washington.
The cars were moving again, and I stuffed the whole murder suitcase into the trunk. I’d get to it later. I had more important things to work out at the moment.
“I have a job for you,” I said to Katie over chicken Marsala. It’s one of Rosita’s best meals.
“What?” Her eyes sparkled. I don’t know how she makes them do that.
“Buy us a new house.”
“A what?” I was glad I could still surprise her.
“You’re right. We need to move.” I didn’t want to make it sound scary. “I want someplace less accessible.”
What she heard was, somewhere exclusive. Which was what I wanted her to hear.
But then she frowned. “By myself?”
“I’m getting real busy.”
“But, Jason… I wanted to look together, with you. It’ll be for both of us.”
“Francine can help.”
“Mother’s leaving for Florida in two weeks.”
“I bet it won’t take that long. When you get it narrowed down, I’ll go.”
That was okay. She smiled. “What should I look for?”
“I don’t think I want it as huge as Angela’s place, or as far from town.”
“All right. How soon would we move?”
“Right away,” I said. This was her dream come true-even if she’d be flying solo. I didn’t want her to faint, so I gave her a few more seconds to recover her equilibrium. Then I said, “And it really doesn’t matter how much it costs.”
10
Thursday dawned bright and clear and I saw it happen. When I got back to the house, huffing and puffing, Katie was up and dressed for lots of walking.
“It’s too late to change your mind,” she said.
“I won’t. Who was the lady we used to get this house?”
“Harriet Postagini. I’m meeting her at noon.”
Noon? “Why wait that long?”
“I told Eric I’d take him shopping this morning.”
“Right. Be real sweet to him. And like I said, we’re paying.”
I was in a better mood that morning. I sat in my office for twenty minutes just being calm. Then it was time for not being calm.
“I’m not happy about this.” It was true: Fred’s voice in the phone was very unhappy.
“I agree,” I said. “But it’s not my fault. Bright started it. Do you have a suggestion for the best way to poke
