by C. R. Daems
Nelson’s face was twisted in rage and his eyes burned with hate, but he said nothing.
“Of course, you can appeal to the Committee you tried to manipulate.”
“I can give you the names of those that support us,” he said.
“You already did that, Mr. Nelson—everyone at this party,” I said. “What I find interesting is that there appears no loyalty among criminals.”
* * *
“Is my vacation on the agenda today?” I asked Martha as she, Seth, and Maxine entered.
“No, ma’am. The Core group wanted to see as soon as you arrived,” she said.
“I guess that means I’m late,” I said, taking my jacket from Maxine and exiting my office.
Bennett’s secretary, Gloria, nodded toward the door. “Go right in. They are expecting you.”
Inside, the three sat drinking coffee. Bennett spoke as I close the door. “Get something to drink and sit, Anna.” He waited for me to sit before continuing. “Mrs. Scherer has been telling us about her trip accompanying you. That alone will undo the damage the cabal managed to inflict. And the rumor is you’ve shut down the leaders of the group.”
“General Steve Nash committed suicide, Eastar Delegate Ryan Buchanan and the Chief of UAS Intelligence are on their way to Stonewall for treason.”
“What about those that supported them?” Bennett asked.
“They are just ambitious wannabes, and there is no law against being ambitious.”
“What about the assassin who tried to kill you?” Glaser asked.
“She was the cost of closing down the cabal,” I said.
The End