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He wants a meal, not peanuts, he hates our coffee, he doesn't like the
'feel' of the seats, he's angry I told him to turn off his cellular
phone, and he's upset I won't let him keep his briefcase at his feet
during takeoff."

"Oh, is that all?" Ken replied, forcing a smile. "Any idea who the
S.O.B. is?"

She smiled and nodded. "His name is Blenheim. The jerk runs a Canadian
Rockies bus tour outfit in Seattle. He's sort of a travel agent, and
he's livid because we didn't give him first class for free. But, to
balance the equation, we've got a celebrity legal eagle in first class
who's a real gentleman. That's the surprise."

The captain looked puzzled. "I'm sorry . . . who're you talking about?"

"Well-l-l,"

Annette stretched the word and handed the man's business card to the
captain as if it were a trophy.

Ken smiled at her before looking down at the gold seal that adorned the
upper left-hand corner. It was the logo of the United States Department
of Justice. His eyes moved to the clear, black type in the middle of the
card. He blinked and looked again.

"Rudolph Bostich."

"I read earlier this week," Annette was saying, "that he's the
front-runner for Attorney General of the United States. The President is
supposed to be submitting his name to Congress this week."

She watched the captain for a few seconds, puzzled at his silence. "You
okay?"

All the blood had drained from Wolfe's face, and the hand holding the
card was shaking slightly. Annette heard him take a ragged breath and
swallow hard.

"I'm okay, Annette. Just a scratch in the throat," he said in a strained
monotone before looking back at her suddenly, modulating his words.
"Where is ... Mr. Bostich?" He smiled a partial smile that wasn't real,
his eyes vacant and distracted.

"He's in seat One-A, Ken. Should I relay a message or something?" "No!"
Wolfe handed back the business card as if it were a spider and shook his
head vigorously, his response sharp. "No, please don't." She started to
say something else, then backed through the cockpit door in alarm as Ken
suddenly threw off his seatbelt and lunged toward her, questioning