Free Electing To Murder by Roger Stelljes Page B

back, softly working his hands around her hips and stomach. “But I imagine I would have the most trouble getting into yours. I was thinking you might be able to pave the way for me.”
    “Oh did you now?” Sally replied skeptically, but leaned back into him and looked up into his eyes.
    “There is always an easy and a hard way to do things,” he replied casually. “I figured …”
    “… That given where we are in the campaign season …”
    “… The easier way seems the better approach for both you and I. Win, win.”
    Sally turned around to face him and curled her arms up around his neck, running her hands through his wet hair. “It’ll cost you,” she said as she leaned up and kissed him lightly.
    “Hmmm. What is the price this time?” Mac answered as his hands softly followed the contours of her body, his left hand lightly caressing her buttocks while his right hand gently cupped her breast.
    “One I’m sure you’ll most happily pay,” she purred as she kissed him again, this time, a long, slow, wet kiss as the water cascaded around their bodies.
    “Perhaps you’d like to move this to the next room over,” Mac suggested quietly after a minute.
    “I think I might,” she answered before kissing him softly again. “I think I just might.”

CHAPTER SIX
“How good, Judge?”
Friday, November 1st
    W ire watched as her coffee maker dripped with the last of her cup to go. She had a long day planned and needed the caffeine to get started. After she deplaned at Reagan National at 1:30 a.m. from the private jet the Judge arranged, she retrieved her Land Rover from long-term parking and drove straight to her Arlington townhouse. Wire could never really sleep on a plane, even a private one that had a very comfortable leather couch with pillow and blankets, and even when she’d been on the go for nearly thirty-six hours straight. She rested her eyes but never really drifted off to restful REM sleep, she just couldn’t make it happen on a plane. Once she got home, she went right to bed and set the alarm for 7:00 a.m. When the alarm went off she reluctantly pushed herself out of bed, put on her sweats and running shoes and took a quick three-mile jog to get her body and mind going.
    In the solitude of the early morning run, she developed her plan for the day. She would start at Stroudt’s place if for no other reason he lived in Alexandria and his condominium was just minutes away from her Arlington home. Stroudt wasn’t answering his cell or home phone, although she wondered if that was intentional. Her number was not one he would have recognized and she did not leave a message. Her next stop would be the offices of The Congressional Page, which were located in a small office space in Georgetown in DC. She was familiar with the building, which was located just across the street from the Georgetown University campus. The phones were going unanswered at The Congressional Page and the blog had posted nothing new since early on Tuesday, which was unusual as there were usually blog updates throughout the day. The last stop would be Montgomery’s home in Bethesda, Maryland. He too was out of communication. For Wire, the silence was deafening and that told her something was up.
    She hoped she would find one of them somewhere along the way and begin to get some answers as to what either or both of the political bloggers saw that caused the security around the cabin to go ballistic. It ate at her that she’d not gotten more information for the Judge from the Kentucky meeting. She felt like she’d failed him. He didn’t seem to share the same view. “Dara, kid, what could you have or should you have done differently? You couldn’t have gotten to the meeting any earlier because you didn’t know where it was so you followed and did what you are supposed to have done, try to get into position to take pictures and video. What if you hadn’t worked your mole inside Wellesley’s campaign? What if you hadn’t