Thirty-FourKettering greeted the entourage at pentagon unit four. By now a light sprinkling descended from the gloomy sky, but neither the drizzle nor Whitman’s bodyguards nor the too-tempting opportunity for a saboteur prevented the journalists from pressing the senator on Theresa’s allegations.
Big Bad Roy’s demeanor, rifle tenderly cradled, remained placid. “Folks, if a government appropriation doesn’t get spent in one place, well, it just goes back into the pot and surfaces somewhere else.”
“Like in harbor dredging,” Theresa finished. “That’s what my husband originally thought happened and he protested to Congress. But isn’t it true, Senator, that your brother in fact diverted the money to the Star Wars program?”
“Why, that’s preposterous, Theresa!” Whitman retorted with the stage a
