Lady Justice and the Candidate (Lady Justice, Book 9) by Thornhill Robert

Author:Thornhill, Robert [Thornhill, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2012-06-02T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

The elevator repair people couldn’t very well find one Ben Foster stuck in the elevator at the same time that another one was holding a news conference, so the SS agents hoisted poor Ben through the trap door in the elevator roof and whisked him back to his room where he watched my first attempt in the political arena.

When I arrived at his suite, cheers from the staff and a big smile from Ben greeted me.

“Walt, my friend, you saved the day. I couldn’t have done it any better.”

“Sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good,” I replied. “If they had asked any other questions, you might have come across as a dumb ass.”

“I rather doubt that, but we’ll take our luck where we can find it. Now, I think we should celebrate your debut and I have arraigned for a bottle of Arbor Mist, Peach Chardonnay. That is your favorite, isn’t it?”

Ben Foster had certainly done his homework.

I also noticed the big tray of pastries that seemed to always be present in Ben’s suite.

I once quizzed him about the calorie-laden delights and his reply was pure Ben, “Walt, I’m seventy years old. I don’t smoke, gamble, drink heavily or run around with loose women, but I do have a sweet tooth. I figure that since I might get whacked at any moment, I might as well indulge this one vice. Here, have a long john --- it’s filled with vanilla crème.”

I was just about to dive into the tasty pastry when Paul Ford entered with a big smile on his face.

“I don’t know how your guys did it, but the video of Ben on the Morning Show has had over a half-million views, and the comments are about 90% positive. Looks like we got our money’s worth with Arnie and Nick.”

That could have been taken several ways since they were working for free, but I figured that it was a compliment.

“Hell of a team we’ve got going here!” Ben said, wiping the chocolate off of his chin.

Precisely a half hour after the cap had been screwed off the bottle of Arbor Mist, Ben looked at his watch.

“We’d better call it a day. We’ve got another plane to catch in the morning.”

“Where to this time?” I asked.

“Back to America’s heartland, Detroit, Michigan. We’re having a rally at a football stadium. I’m going to be addressing some issues that directly affect the pocketbooks of the voters.”

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