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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.

A Change of Pace

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An imprint of Torquere Press Publishers

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Copyright
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2011 by JM Cartwright

Cover illustration by Alessia Brio

Published with permission

ISBN: 978-1-61040-283-5

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First Torquere Press Printing: August 2011

Printed in the USA

A Change of Pace

By JM Cartwright

To Jase -- who made sure that Ridge had a real personality, not a split personality.

Author’s note: I have taken the liberty of giving a lake view to Chicago’s City Hall. Well, I guess I took a few more liberties than that with Chicago politics. You’ll see...

Prologue

“Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor! What are you doing about the Sego contract? Was the bidding process subverted?” Those questions and more were shouted at the mayor from all sides. “Have you investigated your aide?” This last one was said very snidely.

The reporters followed Charles Stratton as the mayor moved from the black Lincoln Town Car to the elevator at city hall. From his spot inside the mayor’s office, watching the verbal assault live on television, the aide in question, Drew Cunningham, swore softly to himself.

Those blood-sucking bottom-feeders make me want to puke.
Although he did have to admit, the mayor was doing a nice job of ignoring the horde.

The press corps were acting like the vultures they truly were, surrounding Chicago’s mayor and bombarding him with vicious allegations disguised as questions, hoping to trip him into an admission of something -- anything -- that they could feed on. The election campaign was heating up, and conservative Charles Stratton was not a favorite of the media.

A businessman with a sterling reputation, Stratton had been elected, along with several other fiscally conservative candidates, after many officials throughout the state had been indicted for fraud and corruption almost four years before. Though he had served the people of Chicago well since taking office, the opposition was willing to do anything to unseat him. A conservative mayor in this town was unheard of and most certainly had to be ousted as quickly as possible, with whatever bloodthirsty, malicious character assassination was required to get the job done.

The Chicago Way.
And it seemed that today, Andrew Cunningham was the tool the opposition was going to use.

Just then, Mayor Stratton strode into his office, slamming the door behind him. He stopped short as he spotted Drew standing in front of the television screen in the corner. Exhaling in disgust, Stratton stalked to his desk and slammed his leather portfolio down onto the glossy wood surface. “Where do they come up with this crap? Who gave them that information?” He dropped into his chair and spun around to face the large window.

The view of Lake Michigan and the city’s downtown was incredible, Drew noted absently. “You and I both know that Sego deserved that contract.” His words were soft. He was just as angry and was containing it. “Sego is the only company that can get the job done the right way, in the shortest time.” The contract was to repair the seawall along Navy Pier, one of the biggest tourist attractions in the city. It was in danger of collapsing, due to the preference during previous administrations for deferring maintenance.

Stratton stared at him, his eyes unwavering. “Yes, I know that. You made the right decision.”

The mayor got to his feet and placed his hands flat on the desk, facing Drew. “But I’m not sure that’s going to matter now. The press need an issue to focus on to defeat me, and they’ve grabbed this one. Given what we’ve done for a living for the last twenty years and more, they’re bound and determined to prove that we’ve played favorites with an old friend on this contract.”

Standing upright and moving to the window, he sighed deeply. Looking over his shoulder, brows arched sardonically, he gave Drew a knowing look. “It doesn’t help things that you’ve never played the game with them.” At Drew’s automatic protest, he turned, holding up his hand. “I know -- I know! -- you don’t have to tell me. I hate the political bullshit we have to go through just to get the job done. It just makes it easier if we don’t tell the press to fuck off, in so many words.”

Drew knew the mayor was referring to occasions when Drew had lost his patience -- always in short supply -- and stalked away from interviews, leaving the reporters standing with their mikes held out, waiting for an answer that would never come.

Drew, who had worked for ten years with Charles Stratton at Stratton Engineering and Design, was the mayor’s top aide. He had been drafted to follow Stratton to the mayor’s office, willing to do what was needed to help Stratton clean up city politics, to actually force the city to run as a business instead of a spendthrift organization with absolutely no oversight of the taxpayer’s money.

Drew and Stratton both held the belief that it was possible, not easy but possible, to solve the city’s problems with the help of the right people and workable plans and strategies. They’d faced down the unions and special interest groups -- and a bureaucratic morass the likes of which they’d never dreamed they’d find.

Now it appeared that, despite all the long hours, the late-night brainstorming sessions, the seven-days-a-week working conditions, and the absolute absorption of their personal lives into their work, their efforts might be spiraling down the drain due to just the appearance of impropriety, and the distortions the press were creating.

Drew knew two things without a doubt. First, Charles Stratton was not a pushover. Second, he had made his money the old-fashioned way: hard work, a lot of sweat and effort, and years devoted to building his business. Stratton had brought his work ethic to the mayor’s office, and along with it a belief in the ultimate wisdom of an informed electorate. Right now, though, the people were hearing that he was running a crooked administration, just like the one that had preceded his.

Drew couldn’t allow that to continue. He knew what had to be done. He breathed in deeply. “Dad, I’m turning in my resignation.”

Chapter 1

We’ll do our best, and caulk the rest.

Ridge Huntington

In the end, Charles Stratton had not had a choice.

Reflecting on the whole debacle a month later, Drew steered his black Navigator eastbound on Interstate 40. He kept a close eye on overpasses and lay-bys, watching for state troopers. His habit of driving twenty miles over the highway speed limit could get expensive.

Periodically, there were signs noting the boundaries of the national forest. “I’ve never seen so many fricking trees.”

He’d been talking to himself for the last few hundred miles. The Blue Ridge Mountains
were
pretty amazing; maybe not as imposing as the Rockies, but still impressive. Sighing, he watched a hawk head for one of the huge trees off to the right. Drew hadn’t done any traveling to speak of since his father had been inaugurated and, before that, his time off had been spent at a condo he’d rented up in Lake Geneva, a couple hours north of Chicago. “So maybe I won’t be living in a dump,” he muttered sourly.

Charles had been forced to accept Drew’s resignation and swallow the bitter pill of seeing him defamed as a corrupt man. The story had been a nine-days’ wonder in the third-largest metro area in the country. Drew’s name and face were well known by now, thanks to the twenty-four hour news cycle on cable television. He was the man who had awarded a three-hundred-million dollar contract and almost brought down the administration that had sworn to uphold the law and clean house in Chicago.

That was why he’d had to quit, Drew reminded himself, eyeballing the different types of vegetation his truck flew past. He couldn’t jeopardize the re-election of Charles Stratton. There was too much important work still to be done. Giuliani had cleared the streets of New York of crime; Charles Stratton was well on his way to cleaning up the corruption in Chicago. The man needed another term in office.

Drew was forced out to help ensure that happened. It might not have been fair, but it was the way things worked in politics.

He consoled himself somewhat with the knowledge that his departure was in contrast to happenings in previous administrations. As was the accepted way in many political offices, someone took a bullet for the elected official and was just shuffled off to another job. No one ever really went away; the faces and names might change, but the malfeasance went on.

Situation normal -- all fucked up.
He hadn’t been in the military, but he’d borrowed a phrase or two. SNAFU just fit sometimes.

Now, cursing rawly at the fates that had conspired to bring him to this point, Drew punched the map button on the GPS, confirming the exit he was to take. His new life was waiting for him, he thought gloomily. He blew out a disgusted breath.

Yippee.

He didn’t exactly see himself living in this smaller city. He needed the excitement and challenge of living in Chicago, fighting to succeed, whether it was with Stratton Engineering or the Stratton mayoral administration. How could this small city in the mountains of North Carolina hold any allure for him? Sure, he’d needed to get out of Chicago and stay out for a while. But he also needed to make a living while he was away.

“Here’s where Daddy jumps in.”
Okay, that was a little unfair.
It was just that he’d been beyond asking his dad for help since college.

Charles Stratton had a college friend who’d moved to the Blue Ridge two decades before. Tony Lopez had founded a small development company back then to build affordable housing in western North Carolina. Charles had kept in touch with his old roommate, and when Drew had needed a job away from Chicago, the mayor had rung up his old friend.

Drew recalled his last conversation with his father. “Are you kidding me? You want me to move to the back of beyond to build little houses?” His voice was scathing.

The mayor had been resolute. “Drew, you and I both know that if this is going to work, you need to get out of the limelight. If you stay around here, it will never go away.” Charles moved around his desk and sat back in his chair, sadness showing for a moment on his face. “Goddamn it, I don’t want to do this any more than you do, Drew. Don’t you know how painful this is for me and your mother?”

“Yes.” Drew’s voice was low.

“I resent the whole need to do this. I resent you throwing yourself under the bus to save my political ass.” Charles thrust his fingers through his thick silver hair, his anger chasing away the sadness of moments before. “I knew I was going to have to give up a lot for this job, but god
damn
it, I didn’t think that meant giving up my son.”

He stood up and walked to stand in front of Drew, tipping his head back to look at the son who, at six feet one, topped him by a smidge. His voice was a little husky as he spoke. “I can’t help remembering back when we found you, twenty-three years ago.”

Charles’ eyes blinked determinedly, and Drew noticed they were suspiciously shiny. He swallowed to clear his own throat, looking away until his father spoke again.

“If you want to have any hope for a normal life, Drew, you’ve got to get away from this city. Away from these reporters, away from this scandal... away from me,” Charles finished hoarsely. “If they blast your personal life all over the front page, God knows what will happen.”

Drew swallowed hard, solemnly meeting his father’s gaze, acknowledging the truth of that statement. “Okay, Dad. I’ll go to North Carolina.”

Charles and Yvonne Stratton had become Drew’s parents when he was fourteen, and he’d heard many takes on the story innumerable times since then. Unable to have children of their own, the Strattons had made the decision to adopt. After two years in the approval process, they’d been waiting to meet with a social worker about babies when they’d heard the woman talking on the phone about one of her cases. The call concerned a ward of the state who had been badly beaten and couldn’t be left with the other children at the institution where he was living.

Drew still marveled that Charles and Yvonne hadn’t hesitated to ask to meet him when they’d heard that.

After a very slow and shaky start, Drew and the Strattons had decided to become a family. They’d gradually built a relationship that was now rock-solid. And there wasn’t anything that Drew wouldn’t do to help save his father.

Even move to Nowhere, USA, and build rinky-dink houses, he thought with a grimace.

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