Chapter Twenty-Eight
They all sat in the Senator’s office, with its splendid view of the Capitol rotunda, as a phalanx of twenty-something staffers dashed in and out in breathless self-importance, telling their member what he needed to know to get through another day of bravely and selfishly serving his constituents.
Rebecca, Tom and Jim sat on his sofa, and he finally told the twenty-somethings to shut the door and leave them alone.
Tom was on familiar ground because years ago he had been on the staff of the Senator sitting across from him. At the feet of this man he had learned many of his tricks, and then he had graduated to a level of trickery and expertise that made the old lawmaker smile.
“Is this really real?” the Senator asked.
“Absolutely,” Tom said. “Jim and his people own t
