Chapter 18
15, Central Park West
Senator Blackthorn’s apartment
9:00 p.m.
“Good evening, sir.” Jackson Thompson was still impeccably dressed in a three-piece suit and tie at that hour, and didn’t know how many hours more before he could go home, shower, and change.
“What do you have for me?” Elijah demanded, motioning for his private assistant to enter his office.
“I’ve got the info you requested on that Senate bill.”
“Thanks. I’ll read it later.” Elijah accepted the file from Jackson and put it in his drawer, locking it. Then motioned with his cigar for the younger man to be seated. “I need a special favor. It’s personal and confidential.”
“Of course, sir.” Jackson took out his pen and a small black leather Moleskine from his inner suit pocket.
Elijah reclined in his chair and pu
