Dev Conrad - 03 - Blindside (26 page)

At this point he was wearing a black crew neck sweater and jeans. Cool dude. He shoved his hands into his pockets and smirked. ‘I see Kathy favored you with one of her coffee cups. She hates me so I don't get any. Some staff, huh? David, Kathy, and Lucy all hate me.'

‘Gosh, and you're so easy to love. Who woulda thunk it?'

But I'd pushed poor baby too far. He extracted his hands from his pockets. He used one of them to slam down on the desk he was standing next to. ‘What the hell're you doing here? I'm sick of your face, I'm sick of your name, I'm sick of my old man telling me how good you are, and I'm sick of you undermining me.'

I finished the coffee and set the cup on a small table stacked with recent newspapers. I was as sick of him as he was of me. ‘I'm going to make this fast, asshole. So listen carefully. I think you're going to win this one. It'll be a squeaker but you're going to win. Then you'll go back to Washington and one month after the new House session starts, you're going to announce that you won't be running again.'

‘Oh, yeah, right, I'll be real sure to do that.'

‘I'm told there's a young guy in this district who has a lot of promise. A primary challenge would be messy and hurt his chances in the election. But when you make your announcement, he'll have the time to start raising money and meet the people.'

No smirk; just scorn. ‘You're out of your mind.'

‘If you don't do this, I leak the DVD and you'll be done anyway.'

He started around the desk but I was ready for him. When he came at me he was off balance so all I had to do was give him a shove. He landed in one of the comfortable chairs facing the desk, but he was anything but comfortable himself. He started cursing me with such fury that he didn't take the time to make his curses coherent. Finally he snapped, ‘You're blackmailing me, you son of a bitch.'

‘Right. And I'm getting the same message to Burkhart. If he runs again, the DVD gets fed to every TV station in the district. He's CEO of a very big corporation. He couldn't stand the heat.'

He began to rise from the chair. He looked surprised that I didn't shove him back down. ‘You'll never get away with this.'

‘Sure I will.'

‘Not after I tell my old man what you're up to.'

‘When I tell him everything he'll be on my side. He did something similar to this to one of his own clients years ago. He knows the turf.'

I walked back to the table and picked up my coffee cup. ‘It's over, Ward. You've got one term left. Do it with a little class. You and your wife can still live in Washington and hang out in Georgetown or wherever's hot at the moment. You can keep on screwing all the women you want and the press won't care anymore. All you'll have to worry about is pissed-off husbands.'

‘Listen to me, Conrad. Think this through. Burkhart can't release the DVD because I'll do the same to him. We're in a stalemate. I'm protected. As long as you keep your mouth shut.'

‘No, we're not protected, Ward. You're the one who's not thinking it through. Nobody knows how many copies of these DVDs are floating around out there. David and Mrs Burkhart hired a private detective to get the video. They didn't know much about him. By now they could be all over the place. That's how these things always work. You think you're safe and suddenly some TV station has them on the six o'clock news. The party can't risk that. You're done.' I looked straight at him. ‘And like I said, if you don't announce that you won't be running again, I feed the DVD to the press while our new candidate still has time to mount a good campaign.'

He was flustered now, shaking his head as if trying to escape a nightmare, hands fluttering around his head. ‘This is insane. The party needs this seat.'

‘The other side'll have a fresh candidate after Burkhart loses and we need one, too. You're damaged goods, Ward. Your little affair with Bryn'll come out and then you'll be toast. So get ahead of it all and announce that you won't run again. It'll be better for everybody.'

I walked to the door. Opened it. I looked back and said, ‘Nice knowing you.'

I was six or seven steps down the hall when I heard him run to the door where he shouted, ‘You're crazy if you think I'll go along with this!' He slammed the door with enough force to make the floor tremble.

Kathy had her coat on when I replaced the coffee cup on the silver tray in her office. ‘It sounds like you guys are better friends than ever.'

‘Almost blood brothers. But he wouldn't let me cut his wrists for him.'

She giggled and kissed me on the cheek. ‘God, I'll be glad when I don't have to work for him anymore.' Then: ‘Let's go get drunk.'

I was leaning over and packing my bag when Kathy came out of the bathroom, all showered and fresh. In her white hotel bathrobe, she made it tempting to take a later plane.

She walked over and slid her arms around me as I finished my packing. She smelled clean and cool and wonderful. ‘I hope I didn't ruin the night by crying there just before we went to sleep.'

‘It's sad, Kathy. It deserves some tears. Waters is dead and a lot of people got hurt.'

I turned around and took her in my arms. The feel of her flesh made me tremble. We got into one of those kissing matches that more often than not end up with both people dropping to the floor and writhing around like crazed animals. It had been a while for me before last night and now I wanted more. My lust was like a lovely ache. But then I had no choice but to pull away. I managed to say, ‘Airport.'

She favored me with her great grin while she pretended to fan herself. ‘Wow. I should sue you for alienation of affection. You really had me going there.'

‘Maybe you can visit me in Chicago for a day or two after the election's over. Then we can get a little crazy again.'

‘I'd like that, Dev. I felt very comfortable last night and it's been a long time since I felt that way with anybody.'

‘Me, too, Kathy. But now I've really got to go.'

This kiss, this hug, were ones that my third-grade nun would have approved of. ‘There'll be a cab downstairs to take me to the airport in five minutes. I already checked out while you were showering.'

She took my arm and squeezed it. ‘I hope everything goes all right. I hope they get everything with Erin and I hope you and she have that long talk you've been needing all these years. And if you want to talk while you're there, you have my cell number.'

At the door I said, ‘You'll hear from me. Probably more than you want to.'

One hour and twenty-five minutes later I was sitting in my United seat. Right then all I could think about was Erin – how much I'd loved her and how much I feared for her now. Then the plane was lifting and we were heading back to the past.