Chapter Twenty-Three
Mayor Branson Miller
Branson Miller took a deep breath as he settled into the driver’s seat of the Lincoln. Starting the car, he turned on the radio, tuning in to a satellite station that beamed his favorite classical music directly to him. This day had certainly not gone as he had intended. But, then again, almost nothing had gone the way he had intended for the last seven or eight months.
It did not matter, he told himself. He was resourceful and intelligent. Men like him always landed on their feet, just as he was doing now. The little brat had come to his home thinking that she had the upper hand. She had thought she would outsmart him. And, like so many other opponents, she had learned the hard way just how difficult that was to do.
The passenger door opened a
