“Ya know, Greist looked like a guy with a bum ticker,” Buffolino said.
“Anybody hear anything new about the Miguel person?” Annabel asked.
Buffolino said, “They’ll never get him to admit any connection to Morales.”
“Or to Kane,” Smith said.
“Or to Backus,” said Buffolino.
“Or to Thornton,” Annabel said.
“Possibly because he didn’t have a connection to any of them except Morales,” Smith said.
“Getting soft in your old age,” Annabel said.
“No, just getting less cynical as I enter into middle age. More champagne?” Smith asked. He refilled their glasses.
Buffolino asked, “Do you believe your buddy, Shevlin, about the box in Mae Feldman’s house?”
Smith grunted, nodded. “Yes, I don’t see any reason for him to lie to me. The FBI has wanted those files for a long time. They figured out where they might be and took them. They just also ended up with a couple of hundred thousand dollars in cash. What they didn’t figure out was that Mae Feldman and Carla Zaretski were one and the same. Sorry you had to learn it under such nasty circumstances, Tony.”
Buffolino scowled. “And I got cold-cocked in her house by a couple of Bureau guys.” He looked up as though to commune with God. “Jesus, there I was with a box with all Ewald’s files and all that cash.” He laughed. “You never would have seen me again.”
“I doubt that,” Smith said. “You’re a man of honor, Tony.”
“Yeah, that’s me, the honorable Anthony Buffolino.” He raised his glass. “A toast to Mackensie Smith, who did good by me. I hope you know how much I appreciate everything, Mac.”
“My pleasure.” Smith had paid Tony a bonus, and arranged a security job for him at the university.
“A toast to you, Tony,” said Annabel. “You’re a lot nicer than what Mac said you’d be.”
“Hey, Mac, what did you tell her? No matter. To you, Annabel, a real classy lady.”
“Ready for an announcement?” Smith asked.
“What kind a’ announcement?”
“We’ve decided to get married.”
“No kidding?”
“Yes,” Annabel said, giggling. “Isn’t it wonderful? Two can live as cheaply as one, if you cut down on the takeout dinners. We’re going to London on our honeymoon.”
“Hey, congrats. If you have any problems, married-people problems, any questions, just ask me. I got experience.”
“Up to being best man, Tony?” Smith asked.
“I thought I was all along.” He stood and twirled his cane in the air. “London. I can’t wait.”
Mac and Annabel looked at each other.
“I’m goin’ with you, right?”
“No,” Smith said.
“No,” Annabel said.
“No?”
“No,” they said in unison.
“I guess you mean no.”
“Yes, we mean no.”
Tony Buffolino was invited to remain in San Francisco for a few days after the convention as the personal guest of Ken Ewald. He was put up in a penthouse suite at the Mark Hopkins, for, as Ewald said, “your heroism in the lobby of the Watergate Hotel on my behalf.” Tony was delighted; he’d fallen madly in love with Alicia, a cocktail waitress at the Top of the Mark, and told Mac Smith that if he moved fast enough, there might be a double wedding.
Mac and Annabel shook their heads and flew back to Washington the day after the convention. Newspapers on their laps said it all: EWALD DEM CHOICE BY ACCLAMATION. BACKUS HIS VEEP. A large photograph of Ewald and Backus with their hands clasped and raised, their families at their sides, dominated the front pages.
“I’m proud of you,” Annabel said, after their flight had taken off.
“For what?”
“For the way you turned Ken down when he asked you to manage his campaign, and to become attorney general.”
“What else could I do with a redheaded honey badger standing within striking distance behind me?”
“For a second, I thought you might say yes.”
“Not a chance. My brief moment in the political arena will last me a lifetime. Ken Ewald and Jody Backus. Strange bedfellows, as the saying goes.”
“Incredible more than strange,” Annabel said.
“I suppose so,” said Smith. “I believe Ed Farmer when he says that it was Backus who made the deal with him to buy Ken’s files on DAF, Morales, and Kane. But Ken doesn’t believe it, which is just as well, I suppose.”
“Not if Backus sells him out in some way when he’s the VP.”
“I don’t think that will happen, Annabel. This is politics, not real life. Hell, Germany and Japan tried to kill us in World War Two, and as a reward we’ve helped them kill us economically. No, Backus will be a loyal and useful VP, for whatever that’s worth.”
“Ken Ewald and Jody Backus, our next president and vice-president.”
“Probably.”
“Will we go to the inaugural? I’ll need a new gown.”
“We’ll watch on TV. When it’s over, we’ll become not-so-strange bedfellows, and fool around a little.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Any objections?”
“Only one.”
“What is it?”
“That we not have to wait until January twentieth. I propose we celebrate our own upcoming inaugural the minute we get back, provided that animal you call a dog will give us the bed.”
“I miss Rufus already.”
She growled. He laughed. And they clinked glasses, settled back, and fell asleep as if on schedule.
For Aimee Elizabeth Daniel
with love
from Gammy
By Margaret Truman
MURDER IN THE WHITE HOUSE*
MURDER ON CAPITOL HILL*
MURDER IN THE SUPREME COURT*
MURDER IN THE SMITHSONIAN*
MURDER ON EMBASSY ROW*
MURDER AT THE FBI*
MURDER IN GEORGETOWN*
MURDER IN THE CIA*
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MURDER AT THE PENTAGON*
MURDER ON THE POTOMAC*
MURDER AT THE NATIONAL GALLERY*
MURDER IN THE HOUSE*
MURDER AT THE WATERGATE*
MURDER AT THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS*
MURDER IN FOGGY BOTTOM*
MURDER IN HAVANA*
MURDER AT FORD’S THEATRE*
MURDER AT UNION STATION*
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MURDER AT THE OPERA*
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BESS W.TRUMAN
SOUVENIR
WOMEN OF COURAGE
HARRY S. TRUMAN
LETTERS FROM FATHER:
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