‘It wasn’t bullshit,’ he said, cutting her off. ‘Well, maybe it was. Maybe they hadn’t figured it out yet, hadn’t mastered how—’
‘Honey, slow down. ’
‘Yeah. ’ He took another deep breath. He had an image in mind of a large mountain out west, a concrete road disappearing straight into the rock, thick vault doors standing open as files of politicians crowded inside with their families.
‘I met with the Senator a few weeks ago. ’ He stared down into the ginger-coloured liquor in his glass.
‘In Boston,’ Helen said.
He nodded. ‘Right. Well, he wants us to be on this alert team—’
‘You and Mick. ’
He turned to his wife. ‘No – us. ’
‘Us?’ Helen placed a hand on her chest. ‘What do you mean, us? You and me?’
‘Now listen—’
‘You’re volunteering me for one of his—’
‘Sweetheart, I had no idea
