And then I’d see about tracking down Senator Wexler and his trouble-making aide.
* * * *
If I expected Curtin to stick to Wexler, I was destined to be disappointed. He worked the room as if he were the politician. A few times I was close enough to overhear him dropping little hints about how the WBIS was losing its edge, and how its time was long past.
One of those times he actually looked into my eyes. He didn’t know who I was, though. I fluttered my lashes and gushed, “I just love your tux.”
“Thanks.”
“Maybe we can get together later and have a drink? And you can tell me where you purchased it.”
“I’m seeing someone.”
“Your friend can join us. I don’t mind.”
“I do. You’re not my type.” He curled his lip, turned on his heel, and crossed the floor with determined strides, pausing to
