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started those nasty rumors that their microprocessor was faulty so that the value of their stock would drop and you could buy their company for half its worth. You already know most of that. Here's the part you don't know: The Cushman people are going to file a class-action lawsuit. In addition to a few hundred million dollars in damages, Cushman wants the court to grant them the rights to all profits Unified makes on the processor when it's marketed— and—they are also demanding that you hand over all future profits resulting from any other device, design, or formula of theirs that you may eventually use. My sources tell me that Cushman is particularly emphatic about the last part of that.'

He took another sip of his drink and studied Cole's unreadable expression; then he shrugged. 'I thought that was a little odd, but then

I'm just a country boy. But even a country boy like me can figure out the obvious—If you are found guilty of any of the criminal charges in federal court, then Cushman's class-action suit is as good as won in circuit court.'

'What's in the envelope?' Cole said, his mind on solutions and countermeasures.

'Nothing that will enable you to neutralize him, if that's what you're hoping, but it will give you an idea of where you stand. William C. Gonnelli, the administrative judge for the SEC who's going to hear your case, is already so sure you're guilty of something that he's helping the federal prosecutor decide whether the next step should be to haul you up before the grand jury and get an indictment, or take the short route and ask the judge for a warrant for your arrest. There's a copy of an SEC subpoena in there. Your lawyer will be served with it the day after tomorrow. Naturally, it will be leaked to the press. They'll be waving microphones in your face when you walk out your front door from that day on, I'm afraid.'

Cole hadn't expected this much information or cooperation from Byers, and he was strangely touched that he'd gone to as much effort as he had— particularly because it appeared unlikely that Cole would be sponsoring any more fund-raisers for anyone.

As if he knew what Cole was thinking, the politician stood up and shook Cole's hand. 'I liked you when I met you, Cole, and I liked you better later.' With a grin, he said, 'Nobody's ever laid a check for three hundred thousand dollars in my hand and told me to my face that they'd have handed it to a gorilla if he were the Republican candidate.'

'I apologize for that, Senator,' Cole said formally, and he meant it. 'And I also appreciate your help.'

'I thought your blunt honesty was refreshing. I'm not used to it.' He turned and squeezed between the sofas, then stopped again in the open doorway of the plane and pulled the collar of his raincoat up. 'I also think you're innocent. Unfortunately,' he finished, 'I won't be able to talk to you anymore after this. You understand, don't you?'

'Perfectly,' Cole said unemotionally.

He didn't feel unemotional, however. As he looked at the subpoena with his name on it, he felt a rage that was beyond anything he'd ever experienced. He wasn't afraid of subpoenas or trials or groundless accusations or the damage to his good name. The problem was that in two days, his name was going to be synonymous with fraud.

And by association, so would Diana's.

A laugh welled up inside of Cole, then turned to anguish. Diana had married him to save her pride and dignity. Now he was going to destroy all that, along with her reputation, in a way that Penworth never could have.

Last week, Diana loved him and believed in him.

Next week, she was going to despise him.

Cole leaned his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes, trying to think of a way to keep her safe... of a way to keep her at all. When he couldn't think of any, the unfamiliar constriction in his throat grew until it was painful.

Chapter 52

Diana looked at her watch and then at the telephone, willing it to ring. By now, Cole would surely be finished with his meeting in Washington and either home or nearly there, but he hadn't called her, and she knew instinctively the news wasn't good. She'd turned the television set on to banish the silence, but she couldn't concentrate on it or anything else.

'And now for business news. The stock market closed up today, with mixed trading on a volume of...'

Although she believed completely in Cole's innocence, her overwrought imagination continually presented her with pictures of Cole standing trial, being hounded by reporters and accused of vile crimes. He said that wasn't going to happen, but she had a horrible feeling that it was all beyond his control. He'd worked so hard to rid himself of the stigmas of his youth, and now he was facing the same fate his brothers had faced. only his would become a worldwide scandal.

'The biggest loser of the day was Unified Industries, whose stock closed at a fifty-two-week low. Analysts blame the plunge on rumors that Unified's president and CEO, Cole Harrison, is about to be subpoenaed to appear before an administrative judge of the Securities and Exchange Commission. Reliable sources say that the SEC hearing will be a mere formality and that Harrison will be called before a grand jury...'

She had a sudden, insane impulse to call Doug and ask him for advice. No, what she really wanted to do was beg him to intercede somehow. He wouldn't help either her or Cole now. On the subject of Cole, he was completely irrational. She thought about his incensed tirade. You have to unload him, now!. That bastard really has a way with females of all ages... even you! The remark about Cole's way with 'females of all ages' made her wonder if years ago Cole had stolen some girl that Doug had imagined he was in love with. Whatever the reason, Doug's loathing for Cole went so deep that he even hated Diana by association. He wouldn't be sympathetic to any sort of appeal from her now, not after he'd warned her. He'd predicted exactly what was going to happen.

Slowly, Diana straightened, a possibility taking shape that was almost too obscene to consider. Doug had warned her. He had told her what was going to happen. He despised Cole with a virulence that was palpable.

She grabbed her purse and car keys and went to find the one person who was likely to know, and to tell her if he did know.

Corey opened the front door, and Diana realized from her dejected expression that she'd also heard the news. 'Corey, I have to ask you something. It's terribly important. Has Spence ever told you that Doug hates Cole?'

'Yes. He told me that when you and Cole told us you'd gotten married the night before. You liked Cole and so did I, so I didn't think Doug's opinion mattered that much.'

'I need to see Spence.'

'He's out by the pool.'

Spence was tightening the bolts on a ladder in the deep end of the pool. 'Diana, what's wrong?'

'That's what I want to know from you. A few hours after the news conference to announce that Cole and I had married, Doug came to see me and he made it clear how he feels about Cole, but he wouldn't tell me why he feels the way he does. You two have been friends forever. You must know why he hates Cole.'

'Honey, you have enough problems without worrying about Doug Hayward.' He gave his wrench one last firm tug and stood up.

'I think Doug is the problem,' Diana said.

'What are you talking about?'

She pulled him over to a chaise longue. 'That day when Doug came to see me, he was furious because I'd married Cole. He ranted about how dishonest Cole's business practices are, but Doug wasn't just angry about principles, he took it personally!'