Washington, D. C., Sunday…

Gina was topless, as usual. She knifed into the water from a perfect back flip. Wow, that's something. I wish I had the guts to do that. He really didn't like the water and had never learned to swim. His stint in the Navy was a joke, since he had spent it behind a desk in San Diego. Still, he didn't have to like water to admire a topless Gina. She was spectacular. Dumb, but spectacular.

His admiration for his wife was interrupted by the arrival of Frank Sweeney.

"Playing hooky again, Senator?" the Secretary of Defense asked.

"It's Sunday, Frank. The Lord's Day. We're all supposed to rest."

"Yeah, and you're sure doing the Lord's work getting a hard on while watching your wife's tits fly through the air."

Preston frowned. The Defense Secretary could be uncouth at times. He chose to ignore it for now.

"What brings you here, Frank?"

"I was in Boston yesterday. I think this detective, this Chris Tanner, is nosing around too much."

"I thought Mary Beth had that under control. She picked up the body, right?"

"Yeah, she did, but Tanner almost got killed, so maybe he's got a grudge. I would. But I really came to ask you a question."

"My god, you couldn't call me?"

"You don't have a secure line. I don't want any of the others to hear the question. And, if you repeat it to anyone, I'll kill you. So there."