years ago, when you needed her, she pulled it together for you and didnât take a fee. At least thatâs the story I heard at the time. She saidâcorrect me if Iâm wrongââI might need a favor someday, and I expect you to come through for me.â We both know sheâd never ask, so itâs up to you to honor that favor, donât you think?â
âYou son of a bitch! Where do you get off telling me I would even think about not honoring the favor, and I know sheâd never ask? Do you hear me? I know that, Charlie.â
âNo need to get your knickers in a twist, Hank. Iâm just saying. Do you still walk in and out of the White House like itâs your summer home?â
âWell, yeah, when Iâm in town,â Jellicoe drawled. âI like the new president. We get along just fine. She told me to call her Marti. Iâm Henry to her. She likes biblical names for some reason. But she did say Hank suits me. Yep, we get along just fine.â
âNow why doesnât that surprise me, you old reprobate?â
Jellicoe grinned from ear to ear. âBack to business. But first off, did you ever sleep in the Lincoln Bedroom? I did, and it sucked. But the company more than made up for it.â
âThatâs more than I needed to know, Hank.â
âNo. You needed to know that.â Jellicoe was all business now. âGame over, Charlie. You want Lizzie on the Supreme Court, sheâs there. Anything else?â
âWell, I think I might want to know what the fallout is going to be.â
Jellicoe pretended horror at the statement. âAnd what makes you think there will be fallout? Have you ever heard of any fallout from anything Iâve ever done over the years?â Not bothering to wait for a reply, Jellicoe said, âNo, you have not, and there will be none this time, either.â
It was a guarantee, pure and simple. Charles accepted it.
âNo sense in letting this fine brandy sit in the bottle. We might as well finish it and head for bed. Tomorrow is another day. Actually,â Jellicoe said so quietly, Charles had to strain to hear the words, âthere is one other thing, Charlie. I personally saw the pardons on the presidentâs desk. I just wanted you to know that. Now, when and how sheâs going to handle it, I donât know. Let me clarify that. At this precise moment I do not know how sheâs going to handle it. Tomorrow or the day after might be a different story.â
Charles nodded and got up. He tossed his cigar into the fireplace. âCosmo will come out of this intact?â
âBetter than ever. Heâll be a household name. What? You doubt me, Sir Malcolm?â
âNot for a minute.â
Both men slapped each other on the back as they made their way out to the hall, where there was a moving sidewalk that would take them to the west wing, which housed the bedrooms.
âWere you drunk when you designed this house, Hank?â
âIn a manner of speaking. I was thinking more of my declining years and bad knees and the like. Got four elevators, three moving sidewalks. Works for me.â
Two moving sidewalks and one elevator ride later, Jellicoe opened the door to a massive suite of rooms. âWhen I had this room designed, I had Myra in mind. I always hoped she would come to visit someday.â
âAll you have to do is invite her, Hank, and sheâll find a way to make the trip. This is just a wild guess on my part, Hank, but Myra is the one you should talk to aboutââ
âGood night, Charlie.â
âGood night, Hank.â
Chapter 8
S tuffed to the gills, Maggie tossed and turned in Lizzieâs guest room, the cell phone that was liveâwith Abner Tookus on the other endâclutched in her hand. âYou there, sweet cheeks?â
Maggie strained to hear a mumbled response. âWhere do you think Iâd be at this hour of the night? Why