chapter 46
CAPITOL HILL
SENATOR Lonsdale stepped quietly out of her Capitol office and onto the veranda. She stood still and took in the beautiful sight before her. The setting sun was bathing the alabaster columns of the Supreme Court in a brilliant orange glow, but it was lost on her. She was frozen like a love-struck teenager staring at Wade Kline as he stood with his back to her, one hand on the stone railing and the other holding a cell phone to his ear. She'd never seen him with his suit coat off, and her eyes worked their way from his broad shoulders down to his narrow waist and finally his backside. Lonsdale took in a slow breath as she bit down softly on her bottom lip. She may have had crushes like this as a teenager but never such erotic thoughts.
Since her husband's death she'd had her fair share of lovers, but none this young. This, she told herself, would have to be handled very discreetly.
Kline turned around and greeted Lonsdale with a smile as he held up a finger. "I have to go," he said. "The senator is here. I'll call you later."
Something about his tone told Lonsdale that it was a woman. "Who was that?" she asked as casually as possible.
Kline hesitated and then said, "My wife. She's up in New York."
"Oh," Lonsdale said as she noted that he didn't tell her he loved her before hanging up. "Do you commute?"
"Yes and no," he said a bit sheepishly. "I have an apartment down here, but my workload is pretty heavy, so I'm lucky if I get back every couple weeks."
"Well," she said as her eyes danced over his body once again, "you obviously find time to work out."
"It's the only thing that keeps me sane."
"Just remember, life can be short. I found that out the hard way with my husband. He worked seventy, eighty hours a week, building his family business and he ended up dropping dead at age forty-five."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's all right," she said in a lighthearted voice. "He gave me a beautiful daughter and a lot of financial security."
"I'm sure the beauty comes from you," Kline said with a smile.
"Well, thank you." Lonsdale had learned long ago how to take a compliment. "Are you in the mood for a drink, or just a smoke?"
"I'd love both."
"Good." Lonsdale walked back inside. "I'm having a vodka on rocks with a lemon twist. What would you like?"
"The same, but let me get them. Just point me in the right direction, and I'll take care of it."
Lonsdale got him started and then retrieved her cigarettes and lighter and met him back out on the veranda. Kline gave the senator her drink and said, "God, I need this."
Before he could get it to his lips, she stopped him and said, "A toast." She extended her glass and said, "To living a life without regrets." Lonsdale gave him a little wink and then took a sip.
"I'll drink to that."
"So how was your day?"
"Pretty shitty," Kline said in a matter-of-fact way. "In fact... I'd say it was one of the worst days I've had in a long time. Maybe ever."
Lonsdale set her drink down on the small black bistro table. "You're serious."
"As a heart attack."
"What happened?"
He thought back on the day, regretting rather intensely that he had given in to his more basic instincts and even worse that he been so foolish in underestimating Rapp. When you stripped it all away the man was a Goddamn professional killer. Even if only a third of the rumors were true, he had pulled off some pretty amazing shit. Who were they to think that they would be the ones to take him down? And it would be one thing if they could confine the fight to the justice system, but he'd been foolish enough to cross the Rubicon with Rapp and enter his arena of violence. He thought back on what had transpired in the cramped interrogation room and knew he was going to have nightmares about it for a long time.
He was lucky the psycho didn't kill him. After choking him unconscious, Rapp had put his handcuffs back on and called for the guards. Kline awoke to find himself in the ridiculous situation of having to say he didn't know what had happened. Kline had been in a couple of fights in his life. More like scuffles, really. One was in college and one was in his mid-twenties. Both times had been to defend the honor of his hot dates. There were some torn shirts and some minor scrapes, but that was it. No punches connected and the bouncers broke things up before they got out of hand. He remembered going home with his dates, though, and being rewarded for his bravado. There would be none of that this time, although, he had no doubt he could bed the woman standing before him if he so chose. She was gorgeous, elegant, and one of the most powerful women in America, and there was something about the age difference that for the first time in his life turned him on. It would all have to wait, though. It was far too valuable a card to play so carelessly, and so early in this game.
His thoughts jumped to the moment when he looked down and saw Rapp's cuffs lying in his lap. The absolute terror that he'd felt at that moment was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life. Primal fear gripped him with the sudden knowledge that he was stuck in a ten-by-ten-foot cell with a predator as dangerous as any he'd find in the wild. If he had known Rapp was uncuffed, he never would have poked and prodded him the way he did. He couldn't believe he had been stupid enough to think he could f*ck with him.
And then it was all a jumble of movement and pain. Rapp was on him like one of those big f*cking lions that you see on the National Geographic channel late at night, and he was helpless. Looking back on it, he couldn't say whether it was due to his own incapacitating fear or Rapp's skills, or both, but the bottom line was that he was completely and utterly feeble. Kline considered himself to be in better shape than 99.9 percent of the people out there, and he'd taken kickboxing classes and even done some sparring, but it had all failed him when he needed it most.
Rapp was choking him with his own tie and speaking to him in his deep, confident, deliberate voice, and what did he do? He wet himself. He wanted to believe he did it after he'd passed out, but he knew he'd done it while he was still conscious, because he remembered the warmth spreading down his leg and thinking that Rapp had stabbed him and it was his blood. Then when he'd come to, he'd felt the wetness and saw the expression on Rapp's face. It was a look of utter contempt. A look that said, "I had no idea you were that big a puss." Kline had never felt so emasculated in all his life. He shuddered at the memory.
Lonsdale saw him shake and asked, "What's wrong?"
Kline shook it off and said, "Nothing, it's just been a really bad day." Actually, it probably really had been the worst day of his life, but he didn't want to appear so weak in front of the woman who held so much sway over his future.
"What happened?"
He skipped over how his day began and jumped ahead a few hours. "It started out with the deputy AG chewing my ass out for a good thirty minutes, and then the assistant AG for the criminal division read me the riot act, and then the director of the FBI called and told me to pull my head out of my ass, and then shortly after that, the AG himself called me and reminded me in extremely unpleasant terms just exactly who I worked for. Secretary of State Wicka's office left a message for me and finally Secretary of Defense England himself called."
Lonsdale expected a little heat to come down from within the Justice Department, but not from other Cabinet members. "What did England say?"
Kline looked over the top of his glass as he took a drink and said, "He called me your butt boy."
"My butt boy?" she repeated, somewhat shocked.
"Yep. He said he knows damn well who was behind this stunt, and he's not going to put up with some PC attorney from the DOJ sticking his nose in something that was already being handled."
"I hope you told him it wasn't being handled."
Kline picked up the cigarettes. "I don't think he was in the mood," he said as he lit the first cigarette and then handed it to Lonsdale, "to hear what I had to say."
Lonsdale took the cigarette, thrilled by the prospect that it had just touched Kline's lips. "You have nothing to worry about."
"From where I'm sitting it seems like I have a lot to worry about."
Lonsdale set down her drink and reached out and grabbed his arm. "You have to trust me on this, Wade. They're trying to scare you off this, hoping that it will simply go away, but it isn't going to go away. This whole sordid mess is going to be in front of my committee the day after tomorrow, and then you are going to look like a hero."
Kline was silent for a long moment and then after looking around he started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"I don't know," he said. "I just thought of something my dad said to me years ago."
"What's that?"
"He was a lawyer too, and he used to rattle off all the great attorneys in New York, and he used to say to me, 'Son, do you know what they all have in common?' And I used to say, 'They're all smart,' and he'd laugh and say, 'They're all smart, but what they really have in common is that everyone hates them.'"
"The old adage that you can't be successful without people hating you," Lonsdale agreed.
"I suppose."
"Don't worry, I'll stick to our deal," she said. "The Criminal Division is yours."
"Not if the White House has anything to say about it."
"If the president wants to get any of his judges confirmed he'll go along... trust me."
Kline took a big gulp from his drink and said, "So what's next?"
"How about dinner?"
"Oh," he said, trying to buy a second to think, "I'd love to, but I have plans. In fact I really should get going."
Lonsdale looked up into his damn blue/gray eyes and thought about kissing him. "But I just got here."
"You were forty-five minutes late," he reminded her.
"But I'm a senator." She smiled. "I have a busy schedule."
Kline took a step back and laughed in a carefree way. He held his glass up and said, "The most beautiful senator on the Hill."
Lonsdale blushed. "Flirting will get you everywhere."
"I'll have to remember that, but I'm going to have to take a rain check on dinner."
Lonsdale's euphoric mood plummeted, but she didn't let him see the disappointment she was feeling. "I know," she started, "I have three more functions to attend to this evening, but I would have loved some company."
"Next time," he said in a rush. "I promise."
"Good." Not wanting the rejection to drag on any longer than it already had, she offered him her cheek, and said, "You'd better get going."
Kline kissed the smooth skin just beneath her high cheekbone and then retreated. Lonsdale watched him walk back into her office and when he was finally gone, she let loose an emotional exhalation and began fanning herself with her free hand.