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'"Sorry I'm late, " Gerry said as he burst into Marvin Ketter's cramped
officer on the EYE Street side of the Bureau building. He was puffing a
little and he'd broken a sweat on the rush up from the parking
garage.

"Took me a little longer than I planned.

Which was true. It had taken Pasta■no. . . Gina■a long time to finish
her business in the Hart Building. And all the way back here his mind
had been on her instead of Senator Schulz. God, she was beautiful
now.

The metamorphosis from Pasta to Gin fascinated him. Reminded him of
the time as a kid he'd left a caterpillar in a dry aquarium and
returned after a weekend away to find a graceful butterfly fluttering
against the glass. He'd let it fly around his room, watching it in awe
for hours before opening the screen to let it glide out the window.

"Well, you've had all mornin' to scratch, ' Ketter said. "Find any
worms? " Marvin Ketter had ten years on Gerry. His dark curly hair
was just starting to gray at the temples and he wore it very very
short. His eyebrows were his outstanding feature■enormous, bushy,
Groucho-league tangles that were longer and thicker than the hair on
his head. Give him a wide black mustache and a cigar and he could join
Harpo and Chico without a hitch. Until he opened his mouth. Groucho
didn't have a Georgia accent.

Ketter was SSA■supervising special agent. One notch above Gerry.

Gerry wanted his job. He didn't want to kick him out or make him look
bad■he liked Ketter■but when Ketter moved up, Gerry wanted to move into
his chair. Not simply as a career move or because he'd been a field
agent long enough, there were other, more important reasons.

"Found a few goodies, but I don't know if they mean anything. And the
more I learn about our boy, the less I like him. I mean, there didn't
seem to be anything too small for this guy to steal."

"Plenty like him down here."

"So I'm beginning to see. Hell, I used to think I had few illusions
about what really goes on up there on the Hill, but I'm beginning to
think I've been a Pollyanna." He'd learned more than he wanted to know
about Washington's honoraria industry.

Years ago the Senate had voted to cap the amount of honoraria each
member could collect in a year. This did not deter senators from
accepting "speaking engagements, " however. They continued to be flown
to plush resorts, put up in lavish suites, wined and dined for days
before and after their 'speech"■usually a few after-dinner remarks to