CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Bill Broaddus has a breath-taking layout. It's the kind of digs you see profiled in Architectural Digest. He has at least a million-dollar view of Squaw Peak. His estate is gated, but the gates are open, so I cruise in and take the big circular drive that brings me to the front of his palatial home. There's a s******g new white Jaguar convertible, black top down, with Montana plates sitting by the Spanish tile entryway that leads past a softly bubbling fountain near the tall double doors that lead into the house.
I'm happy to find that Mr. Broaddus is a subscriber to the Reporter. The morning edition is against the door. I pick it up and note that a tiny sidebar informs the citizens of the USA that President Harry Truman is sending military advisors to a place called t
