Chapter1Secretary of the Treasury Heathcliff Franklin—his mother had a fondness for Wuthering Heights and a soft spot for Laurence Olivier—was in his home office, reading a letter from a valued friend, when a knock on the antique door his wife had spent a good deal of time finding for him and a good deal of money having restored and installed roused him. The shadowed letters on the frosted glass read County Supervisor of Elections, the position he’d been about to leave when Elise had joined his staff, but he could still see the silhouette of the man who stood on the other side.
“One moment.” Heath folded the letter, returned it to its envelope, and slid it into a compartment no one else knew was there. It wasn’t incriminating—Paul, who once went by the name Pretty Boy, was simply updating
