my direct number. Call me anytime. Very nice to have met you, General Connor. I wish you the best in your regular job of curtailing these wandering terrorists. Your Trojan team has its work cut out for it.”
Chapter 21
Kensington, Maryland
April
The following Saturday afternoon, Pug had finally agreed to leave his office where he had been in virtual residence since the Trojan team had convened the night of the shootings. Each member of the team had been dispersed to various sections of the country to work with local law enforcement to ascertain requirements for surveillance where federal intervention could be of assistance.
After much cajoling by his brother and a directive from Secretary Austin to “… get out of here and recharge your batteries,” Pug had consented to attend his sister-in-law’s birthday dinner. The day expanded to an early morning round of golf with his youngest brother, Scott.
At 6:30 A.M. Saturday morning, Scott, Pug, and Scott’s oldest daughter, Ally, had been on the first tee of the Kenwood Golf and Country Club, where Scott had been a member for several years. In their traditional match play format, Pug beat Scott three and two. To the pleasure of both men, at fourteen, Ally was a natural athlete and had shot an impressive eighty-one, with one OB. On the drive home, Pug complimented the young girl on her solid game.
“She’s my retirement plan,” Scott jested. “When I turn fifty, I’ll caddy for her on the LPGA.”
“I might want a younger caddy, Dad,” the young girl had teased.
“And certainly a better-looking one, Ally,” Pug added.
Throughout the round, as Ally rode in the cart with her father, Pug had a non-playing driver in his cart and a third cart had followed the group. Once they were in the car on the drive home, with a black Cadillac Escalade following, Pug commented on the escort.
“Seems you have a permanent addition to your family,” he said, nodding toward the trailing vehicle.
“Something we’ve had to get used to. Dad was firm about it,” he said, referring to his father-in-law, President William Snow.
“Better you than me, brother,” Pug laughed. “Do they go everywhere with you?”
Scott nodded assent. “It’s not all bad. We get preferential parking at the mall and we don’t have to line up for movie tickets.” He laughed. “You still on for Sunday dinner? Megan probably has another of her exercise buddies lined up for you to meet.”
Pug shook his head, a soft moan escaping his lips. “I love your wife, Scott, but she needs to get off the band wagon. When I’m ready, I’ll shop for myself, thank you very much.”
Scott released the wheel momentarily and raised both arms in surrender. “Hey, it’s not my doing. Part of the price we pay for family love. You’ve got to know that you’re a special needs project for all the sisters-in-law. The rest of our brothers couldn’t care if you remained single the rest of your life. In fact, the way your golf handicap has dropped to single digits, they’re jealous of your free time. So,” he said as they pulled into the driveway of their home in Kensington, “let’s see what needs to be done before we go out for our birthday dinner. Megan’s not happy with turning thirty-eight.”
“Poor old lady,” Pug said.
Two hours later as they arrived at the Cheesecake Factory in Kensington, Scott, Megan, and their three children all walked toward the entrance. Pug had followed in his car so he could leave as needed and had parked several slots down from Scott’s vehicle. As he walked to join their group, he remembered that he had left his camera in the car. A few feet from the family, he waved and started to turn around, calling out to Scott.
“You go ahead, I forgot my camera. I’ll be right back.” Walking back to his vehicle, a cluster of people was gathering in the parking lot and caught his attention. There were a dozen or more people in formal dress, heading for the restaurant. As Pug drew near his car, he came face-to-face with a woman walking to join the larger group. He recognized her instantly as Senator Rachel McKenzie. Her smile indicated that she recognized him as well.
“General Connor. How very nice to see you.”
“Thank you, Senator. I can’t say as I expected to run into you again so quickly.”
“Nor I, but it’s nice to see you. We’ve just been to a photography session at the park. That beautiful bride over there is my youngest daughter, Charlotte. She’ll be married next Wednesday. The bridesmaid standing next to her is my older daughter, Allison, who has not yet found the right guy.”
“My advice: don’t push her. It’ll happen,” Pug said. “My brother just told me that all my sisters-in-law are on the lookout for that special lady for me. I told them to lay off.” He smiled. “Congratulations on the wedding. Do you know the young man well?”
“The families have been friends for several years. He just finished his degree at Kansas State. They’ve dated steadily for about a year.”
“The younger sister getting married first. How does that go down with Allison?”
Rachel laughed. “She says she doesn’t care, that she’s happy for Charlotte. Well, I better hurry over and do the Mom thing. Nice to see you again.”
“And you too, Senator. Please enjoy the happy day.”
“I’d like it if you would call me Rachel.”
“My pleasure, Rachel. Take care now,” he said, starting to walk toward his car again.
After taking two steps, Rachel stopped and turned back. “General?”
“Yes?”
“Our reception will be held Wednesday evening at the Bridal Veil Centre. I think Uncle Bill and Christine will be there. If you aren’t busy, I’d be pleased if you could drop by. I know it’s short notice, but…”
Pug thought for a quick second before replying. “I’d be pleased to come, Rachel, if you can consent to calling me Pug.”
“Of course. Great. It starts around seven and it’s just come and go. And please, don’t even think about a wedding gift. This is very informal. We’d love to have you attend. Uncle Bill will probably feel more comfortable with close friends besides my mother and me.” “Well then, I better mind my manners. I’ll see you Wednesday and thanks for the invitation.”
Chapter 22
Pueblo Bonito Emerald Bay
Mazatlan, Sinaloa, Mexico
May
Fifteen miles north of downtown Mazatlan, Mexico, the five-star accommodations surrounding the Pueblo Bonito Emerald Bay Resort and Spa shimmered in the setting sun. Palm trees, multiple pools, an oceanfront restaurant, a lush, green eighteen-hole golf course, and the peaceful calm of a warm Mexican night greeted the guests as they arrived. For most of the day, the shuttle had run between the airport south of town on the forty-five minute drive to the area called Nuevo Mazatlan, bringing the Americans from various arriving flights. At seven P.M., the group was supposed to assemble for the opening dinner in an area on the outside portico reserved for the fourteen guests and their wives, husbands, or partners.
In preparation for the upcoming election, which the inevitable polls said was viewed favorably by at least six points in eighteen of the twenty-three states, each state had appointed two members to serve on what was called the Structural Committee. This committee numbered forty-six members, plus three appointed staff with specific expertise in federal, state, and local government. That committee, in turn, had appointed eight members to what they referred to as the Constitutional Sub-Committee. In light of his recent work with the California draft constitution, Dan Rawlings was selected to chair this sub-committee.
Dan had retained the Montclair Advocacy, as he had for the California research, to work with the committee
