Primary Storm (Lewis Cole Book 6) by Brendan DuBois

Author:Brendan DuBois [DuBois, Brendan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severn River Publishing
Published: 2023-11-27T16:00:00+00:00

By the time the check arrived and I had passed along my credit card to the waitress, overruling Paula's earlier promise to pay, Paula's mood had improved. Some time ago we had shared a brief romance that hadn't panned out, and after some rough patches, we were doing well. Odd, but I didn't have that vaguely uncomfortable and queasy feeling with her that I had with Barbara Scott Hale. Maybe it was because Barbara was married and Paula wasn't, or that there was still a sense of unfinished business with Barbara and me and none with Paula, but I didn't want to think too much about it. Instead, I just sat and enjoyed lunch with her, admiring her little upturned nose, her smile, and the cute way her ears would sometimes poke through her blond hair.

Despite its name, the Harborview was in the center of Tyler proper, and only by standing on the roof and holding on to the fake cupola could anyone see a view of Tyler Harbor. Still, it's a popular place with the locals and tourists, and today, even in January, it was fairly busy. We sat in a booth that overlooked a mound of plowed, dirty snow in the parking lot, the cars and SUVs out there lightened by a faint white sheen that comes from the salt dumped on the roads to keep them clear.

I looked around and said, "I get the feeling most of these people won't be here come the day after Primary Day."

"So true," she said, sipping at her second iced tea. "You know the musical and movie Brigadoon?"

"Sure. About a mythical Scottish village that only appears to the rest of the world every hundred years or so."

"That's right. And this little state of ours is like Brigadoon. For three years in a row, we're just a little backwater, the prickly state north of Massachusetts that is mostly ignored by the rest of the world. Then, in that fourth year, something magical happens. This little state of just over a million people becomes power central. Pretty funny, isn't it? This little state of tax avoiders and sensible-shoe wearers and independent cusses plays a prominent role in who the quote leader of the free world unquote is going to be. If anyone had a question of whether God had a sense of humor, our little state and how we pick the president should settle it."

"And how are you doing?"

She smiled. "I love it. Honest to God I do. You know why?"

"Access," I said.

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Show-off. Yes, absolutely, access. The candidates need to get their message out to the locals, and the locals don't trust the big media, even the not-so-big media from Boston. So us little folks get all the attention from the candidates and their campaigns. When most times some local police chiefs enjoy their power trips by not calling us back in a day or so, it's wonderful to have media reps calling from Washington or

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