To her chagrin, Sarah saw that she was trapped—to permit an answer, however exculpatory, might permit Nolan to claim that she had waived Mary's claim of privilege. 'Same instruction,' she snapped. 'You can ask my client if she and the First Lady conspired to join a terrorist cell, and my instruction would be the same.'
'Really. Let me test that.' Turning to Mary, Nolan asked, 'Did Mrs. Kilcannon tell you that Ms. Dash would help carry out her and the President's directives as to how to conduct this lawsuit?'
Mary shifted in her chair—caught, Sarah thought, between her resentment of Lara; the question which inflamed it; and Sarah's directions to maintain silence. 'Same instruction,' Sarah said firmly.
'Or,' Nolan persisted, 'does Lara 'instruct' you directly?'
'Same instruction . . .'
'Lara,' Mary burst out, 'doesn't tell me what to do.'
'Then you won't mind,' Nolan responded smoothly, 'ignoring your counsel's instruction, and telling me what she does say. Or would you prefer that I go before Judge Bond?'
With this, Sarah saw that the core of Nolan's strategy of division was more psychological than legal—to estrange Mary from Lara, and from Sarah herself, until she fired her lawyers or dropped the suit. But she could not know how clearly Nolan grasped the full potential of this strategy, all the intricacies—the jealousies, old wounds, and fresh resentments—hidden by the successes of Inez Costello's now-blighted family. 'Same instruction,' Sarah repeated.
Nolan's keen gaze remained focused on Mary. 'Are you following your counsel's orders, Ms. Costello?'
Taut, Sarah could only watch. Answering, her client spoke without inflection, looking at no one. 'Yes.'
For a moment Nolan studied her, and then shrugged his dismissal. 'Then I suppose I'll have to ask your sister.'
THREE
Entering the Republican cloakroom after morning business, Frank Fasano had hoped to test his colleagues' reaction to Senator Hampton's uncharacteristically lacerating critique. Instead, he found Chad Palmer and Leo Weller absorbed in watching Kerry Kilcannon on CNN. Joining them, he perceived at once that Hampton's speech was part of a broader attack orchestrated by Kilcannon himself.
The President had ventured into opposition territory, choosing to address a Chamber of Commerce convention in Atlantic City, part of a one-day media blitz devoted wholly to guns. Faced with a potentially hostile reception, Kilcannon seemed more cheerful—in a sardonic way— than Fasano had seen him since the murders. Palmer, too, seemed amused, watching Kilcannon with the detached appreciation of one warrior for another—enhanced, the Majority Leader suspected, by Palmer's distaste for his own alliance with Fasano.
'For Kerry,' Palmer observed, 'a little antagonism is the spice of life.' Watching the screen, Leo Weller chuckled.
'To be blunt,' Fasano repeated with a smile. But he was gaining a fresh appreciation of how deadly such directness could be.
The speaker, Fasano knew, had been Paul Harshman. Kilcannon continued in the same ironic tone. S
'Cheap populism,' Leo Weller snorted. 'You'd think we're a nation of victims.'
Fasano glanced at him. 'Best not to say that in public, Leo. At least until the 'ordinary people' of Montana have voted you a second term.'
Palmer laughed softly. 'Where's Paul?' he asked. '