The hearing room was cold. Not the kind of cold that comes from the weather—the kind that comes from betrayal.
Jack Morrisey sat at the witness table, his hands folded on the wooden surface, and watched Richard Hayes stand up to testify against him. Richard—his Richard. The young senator Jack had recruited from the state legislature, mentored, funded, promoted. Richard, who called him "Uncle Jack" at dinner parties. Richard, who was now smiling that polished, media-trained smile and saying: "The...
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