House Rules by Mike Lawson

Author:Mike Lawson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grove Atlantic
Published: 2008-08-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 37

Fat Neil didn’t drink, at least he didn’t drink beverages that contained alcohol. But Emma, after hearing about Edith Baxter’s connection to Broderick, decided she needed a drink, so she and DeMarco left Neil’s office and drove into Georgetown. Emma was quiet as they drove, still thinking about Edith and her son.

DeMarco cruised around for a while trying to find a place to park—it’s easier to find a virgin in a whorehouse than street parking in Georgetown—until Emma finally snapped at him and told him to park in a lot, one that charged ten bucks an hour. Emma had a money-be-damned attitude when she wasn’t paying.

They went to Clyde’s, DeMarco’s favorite bar on M Street, and took a seat, and Emma ordered a Ketel One martini. When the waitress asked what DeMarco wanted, he hesitated. After a night spent drinking with a priest, could his liver stand any more? Yes, he concluded; hair of the dog, he told himself, and duplicated Emma’s order.

Emma sighed. “I’ve met Edith Baxter. She’s an incredible woman.”

“How did you meet her?”

“Fortune sponsored a most-powerful-women-in-business thing. They held it at the Four Seasons in Palm Springs, and Edith, of course, was the biggest name at the conference. It was a networking orgy, all these powerful women getting together, meeting each other, and hopefully in the future helping one another and the women they were mentoring.”

“And you went to this conference?”

“Yeah,” Emma said. “It was the only thing like that I ever attended. The people who arranged the event wanted a few women from government but not just politicians. I was at the end of my career at the DIA, had no pressing assignments, and the secretary of defense made me go. It was kinda funny. They printed up a little brochure for the conference that gave the attendees’ biographies. All mine said was that I worked at the DIA and everything else was classified. Anyway, I met Edith. She’s incredibly intelligent, principled, tough, driven, courageous. For some reason …”

Emma may not have realized it, DeMarco was thinking, but she’d just described herself.

“… for some reason we took a shine to each other and had dinner alone one night. I really liked her.”

“From what I’ve read about her,” DeMarco said, “even with what happened to her son, it’s hard to believe she’d be supporting Broderick.”

Emma shook her head. “Imagine you’re a mother and your only son—a son you’ve probably neglected his entire life—is horribly disfigured. Then for months and months you watch him suffer as he recovers, knowing he’ll never be the same again. And then he kills himself. Don’t you think it’s possible you might be driven almost out of your mind with guilt and grief and hatred?”

“I guess, but hatred for whom?” DeMarco said. “Al-Qaeda? All Muslims? Lunatics who bomb trains?”

Emma plucked the lemon twist from her martini and nibbled off a piece. “I don’t know,” she said, “but let’s say Edith decided to do something to avenge her son. And being Edith Baxter, she thinks big.

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