Stranglehold (25 page)
In January, Susan vacated her congressional offices and moved to Portland, Oregon, where a college friend of hers ran a public-relations and lobbying firm. There are good lobbies and bad lobbies. This was a good one, its clients working to make life at least marginally better for people society had cast aside.
As for Greg Larson, he found another business partner, and on the day they started smearing people the IRS announced that it was investigating him for tax evasion and tax fraud. He, of course, sputtered about “communists” and this being nothing more than “political revenge,” even though the head of the IRS was a Bush appointee who'd stayed on.
And after a while a photo of a tiny pink infant showed up on my Mac screen. Gwen and Bobby, who had also moved to Portland, where Bobby had found work in a supermarket managerial program, had named the boy Devlin Robert Flaherty. “We'll call him âDev,' of course,” Gwen wrote.
In his first four months in Congress, Duffy surprised many people, including me, by voting for some very liberal bills. We would never have been as savage toward him as the far right proved to be.
I'm writing all this with the scent of pot roast in the air. Jane's here for what she calls her “Chicago weekend,” which seems to be a regular thing these days. We swap cooking chores. When it's my turn I take her out to a very expensive restaurant.
I'll be driving back with Jane tomorrow. Sister has asked me to testify on Heather's behalf. She did in fact help find the killer. I'm not sure how much that will help, but I'm willing to do it. The few times I've had to testify in trials I've been nervous and probably not very effective. Maybe I need some pointers. You know, how to give one of those rousing Perry Mason performances where the judge bangs her gavel and proclaims, “This trial is over!”
I imagine Natalie could give me some help with that. But then she may be too busy. The word is that she'll be announcing Peter's candidacy for Congress very soon now.
I may be wrong, but somehow I don't think she'll be calling me for any help. And even if she did, I wouldn't have the guts to break it to Ben.