Chapter 23

“The honor is mine.” As Rose followed the woman walking ahead, he whispered softly to Brian. “Through her official campaign fund.” “How much should I send?” “Enough for Senator Fletcher to make a huge fuss about it and really stick it to Wellington.” Brian possessed a rare talent for translating Rose’s vague instructions into concrete figures. He smiled faintly, thinking of Rose’s checkbook, which he always carried inside his jacket. “Understood, Boss.” Rose shared vivid accounts with the people Senator Fletcher introduced him to, describing how dangerous illegal street racing was, the threat it posed to innocent citizens, and how terrifying it had been to live through. That was his entire purpose for attending the party tonight.