Stuart Woods - Mounting Fears

“Baby, you’re not thinking clearly.”

“Sweetheart, I’m thinking more clearly than I have in my entire life, and I’m going to go on thinking clearly. Do you realize what I can do to you?”

Stanton began to sweat, and he fought to control his temper. “Baby, I’m going to say something to you, and I want you to think about it very, very carefully after I hang up.”

“Go ahead.”

“We both have a lot to lose.” He took a breath and broke the connection, then he went to his luggage, found a shoe with a shoe tree in it, took it and the phone into the bathroom, placed the phone on a marble countertop and began banging on the instrument with the shoe, smashing it into little pieces. He swept up the pieces in his hand, dropped them into the toilet, and flushed.

Then he went to his toiletry kit, found a Valium, and washed it down. By the time he was dressed he was calm again.

Will Lee was working at his desk on Air Force Onewhen his political consultant, Tom Black, knocked and entered.

“What’s up, Tom?”

“There’s news,” Tom replied, “good and bad.”

“Sit down and start with the good news,” Will said.

Tom sat down. “The Reverend Henry King Johnson just spoke to a crowd in Amelia Island, Florida, and announced that he was no longer a candidate for the presidency.”

Will stared blankly at Tom. “How come?”

“His stated reason was that he wanted to devote himself full-time to the completion of his new church project in Atlanta.”

“I thought his whole reason for running was fund-raising for that project.”

“That’s our supposition,” Tom replied.

“Then why stop now?”

“Frankly, I don’t know.”

“It bothers me that you don’t know, Tom.”

“It bothers me, too, but I just don’t know.”

“Well, that is certainly good news,” Will said.

“Moss has already started on a poll to see how this will affect the race.”

“I’ll look forward to the results. Now give me the bad news.”

“One of my people, who’s traveling with Marty Stanton, was taken aside this morning by a character, improbably named Jimmy Pix, and told that there’s going to be a major exposй of Marty.”

“Exposй of what?”

“Three things: One, that Marty is having an affair with Barbara Ortega. Two, that Marty is having an affair with Elizabeth Wharton. And three, that Marty’s wife, Betty, who was thought to be on the verge of a settlement in their divorce, has hired both a forensic accountant and a publicist.”

Will frowned. “All three of those at the same time?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“And where is this exposй being exposed?”

“I’m not sure, but this Jimmy Pix guy works as a stringer, both reporter and photographer, for anybody who’ll put a buck in his pocket, and that includes the supermarket tabloids.”

“I see,” Will said.

Tom sat silently.

“And do you have a proposal for dealing with any or all of these calamities, Tom?”

“Not yet.”

“That’s unusual for you, Tom.”

“I know. The situation is a little overwhelming, I guess.”

“I’ve never known you to be overwhelmed, Tom.”

“Well, the election is the day after tomorrow, and I’m tired, and I’m thinking about getting out of this business as soon as we’re done.”

“What were you thinking about doing, Tom?”

“I don’t know: chicken farming, llama breeding, something pastoral.”

“Tom, you’re the best there is at this business and one of the few honest men in it. It’s what you were meant to do.”

“That’s what I thought until the past few days, but… ”

“Tom, don’t make any decisions. Just get us through Tuesday, then take a long vacation very far away, and leave your BlackBerry at home.”

“That’s good advice, sir,” Tom said. “If I could parachute out of this airplane and start now, I’d be happy.”

“Let me give you something to do, instead,” Will said.

“I’d be grateful for some orders.”

“Find someone who’s very close to Governor Mike Rivera, in Sacramento, ask him to have Mike call somebody who’s very, very close to Betty Stanton and have that person go see Betty and persuade her that it’s time to wrap up her settlement talks and sign the papers. Have that person make Betty aware that her decision will be for the good of the country, and let that person know not to leave her presence until she has done so.”

“Can we offer her the post of ambassador to the Court of St. James’s?” Tom asked.

“I think she might need something quieter and more soothing, like the Bahamas.”

“Yes, sir.” Tom got to his feet and started out.

“And Tom, on your way out, will you please tell Cora to get me Barbara Ortega at Justice?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And get back to me soonest on the Betty Stanton situation.”

“Yes, sir.”

Will sat and worked for the half a minute it took the phone to buzz. He picked it up.

“Barbara Ortega on the line, Mr. President,” Cora said.

Will took a deep breath. “Hello, Barbara.”

“Mr. President,” she said guardedly.

“Barbara, I’m sorry to have taken so long to call you, but I heard about your appointment at Justice, and I just wanted to congratulate you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I know you’ll do a wonderful job there, and I look forward to hearing about your successes-and I’m sure there will be many-during the next four years.”

“That’s very kind of you, Mr. President.”

“You know, Barbara, in spite of our best efforts, we aren’t always able to attract the very best people to government work, even in jobs as important as the one you now hold, jobs that make it possible for someone to actually make a difference in this country. That’s why I’m so pleased that we were able to appoint you. Everything I know about your background, your work experience, and your work ethic tells me that we can expect great things from you.

“After this next term you’re going to be able to write your own ticket: a partnership in a major law firm or, even better, I think you’d make a fine choice for attorney general for the next Democratic president.”

“Well, I’m overwhelmed, Mr. President, and I’m very grateful for your confidence.”

“I hear you’ve bought a beautiful house in Georgetown.”

“Yes, that’s true. I think I’ll be very happy there.”

“I’m sure you will. And I want you to know that we’re very happy to have you aboard.”

“Thank you, Mr. President.”

“And now, I’d better get back to work and make sure you’ll still have a Democratic president to work for after Tuesday’s election. Good-bye, now.”

“Good-bye, Mr. President.”

Will hung up, then buzzed Cora again.

“Yes, Mr. President?”

“Tell Kitty Conroy to come and see me,” he said.

Kitty appeared in seconds, and Will told her to sit down.

“Kitty, I’m sure you’ve already heard about the situation with Marty Stanton, his two girlfriends, and his soon-to-be-former wife.”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

“I want you to pick a columnist, preferably somebody from The Washington Post or The New York Times, and tell him the whole story, off the record, of course.”

Kitty blinked. “What?”

“I’d like to read that column in tomorrow morning’s paper or, better yet, tonight on the paper’s website.”

“Mr. President… ”

“That’ll be all, Kitty.” He turned his attention to his paperwork until she had left the office.

Later that afternoon, as Air Force One was approaching Los Angeles for landing, Tom Black knocked on Will’s door.