Chapter Thirteen
Thief
“Mayor McCarthy?” I said, offering a small, professional smile. “I’m Roger de Salvo, from Political Perspectives Weekly. We spoke last month on the telephone?”
“Of course, of course,” Mayor Mike said, looking at my camera and iPad with the hungry look that politicians have when they see a journalist. He opened the front door with a sweeping gesture, allowing a near-total stranger access to his abode without a second thought.
I flattered him with a few probing questions about his intentions as governor, and he fobbed me off by suggesting that we wait until the interview had properly begun. I nodded and then made a half-bow when the illustrious Nancy Harding made her appearance in the entry hall.
Nancy Harding was a genteel woman of average height with gray-brow
