CHAPTER FIVE
"Thank you, Mr. Lee," the uniformed policeman said with a nod. "Do you know your way around?"
"Yes, thanks," Jeff answered and walked through the turnstile.
Jeff didn't really mind the red tape required to get onto the convention floor. The Republicans didn't expect any trouble, but they still had to keep outsiders from butting in, after all, political secrets are political secrets, he thought.
There had been no trouble obtaining a valid delegate pass earlier that morning. Jeff's fight against organized crime in Miami had one backer, a very influential Republican. Even with all his power and influence he hadn't been able to recruit any more support for Jeff, but he did easily arrange for credentials that would allow the editor to wander around the convention hall without b
