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Whistle stop & go.
Agent Didderman’s having a good day. You can barely notice the .45 under his overcoat…
I wait for him to give us the "all clear".
Damn!, there sure are a lot more faces in the crowd, ever since that ape Templeton came on board.
I’m amazed at our sudden change of fortune!
The crowd becomes restless, anticipation is building, they can’t wait to see the "Boy Scout".
Templeton emerges and the crowd bursts into applause.
Shit… this is actually going to work!
It’s not much of a speech but the yokels eat it up with a spoon. Now comes the tricky part.
Templeton starts to press the flesh. It’s not his strongest suit! When handed an adorable little baby the
traumatized infant begins a death screech, can’t say that I blame him.
It’s hard for me to hold in a snicker. That idiot Preston wants to make a stink out of this!
He wants to push for a confrontation. He and I, we’re like ammonia and bleach, caustic when mixed.
I try to play it off but he still keeps wanting to make a big deal out of it. He’s lost focus…
a scene now will only hurt the campaign. I stub out my cigarette and walk back to the car.
Shit…this just isn’t going to work!
One of us has got to go…
I’m placing a call to general Rodney Phallack. He and I go way back…
"Listen Roddy, you remember that real-estate "issue" I helped you with back in Baltimore?
Well, now I need little a favor in return…"
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