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overall aging quality, that’s what caught my eye. Displayed with the right pictures, I’ll get more than $200 each in New York.”
    “You think that much?”
    “Easy.”
    “No way, they’re just old picture frames.”
    “Not after I’m through with them. But maybe I won’t sell them. Maybe I’ll bring them back for you.”
    Waterman got the smile he intended. He enjoyed flirting with her. She was attractive, probably around 27 or 28 years-old and obviously single. No wedding ring. But then again, he already knew that the brown-eyed, brown-haired attendant wasn’t married, at least not anymore. He learned that vital piece of information in the hotel bar, the place where things like that can be discussed with little fear of it coming back around. The bartender told him she divorced her husband just after their son was born six years ago. “I bet she’s a screamer, that one,” the bartender said, wishing he had first had knowledge.
    True or not, Waterman did sense that Carolyn Hill hid a powerful sexuality under her hotel uniform. A sexuality that he fantasized exploring one day.
    “Now you better get going,” he said good naturedly. “Everyone’s heading out for a good spot to watch.”
    “Thanks. I’ve got some more work to do here. But my mom’s holding a place up front.” She actually wanted to stay longer and talk with Mr. Waterman. Instead, she took her cue. “I’ll see you later.?”
    “I hope so,” he threw in for good measure. No doubt she would be a delightful distraction. Maybe later tonight. But then he dismissed thought. He couldn’t. Not this trip.
    “But aren’t you coming out?” she asked. “To see the congressman?”
    “No. Not really into politics.”
    “We don’t see many people like him in Hudson. Think he can win?”
    “Who knows. Enjoy the show, though. Now, bye. I have to take a shower and get some work done. Go. Shoo,” he joked to move her along. It was time for her to leave and time for Waterman to get to the things on his agenda, too.
    Today Carolyn was running a little bit late. Of course, he knew that. She was finished with his floor now. After the speech she’d return to do the third. Waterman knew that, too, just as he knew everything about her schedule. Two hours on the 2 nd floor followed by a one hour break. One-and-a-half on the 3 rd floor. Then another round after lunch for all of the rooms that had a late check out, starting on three and wrapping up on two. He had taken everything into consideration when making all the plans.
     
    Police Lt. Joseph Brenner stepped out of his Camaro cruiser and saw the man he needed. He had double-parked next to a makeshift parade float prepared by the Democratic volunteers from the area. In a few minutes the candidate would be arriving and he wanted to make sure everything was ready.
    “Morning, Mitch,” Brenner said, brushing his thinning hair back with his fingers. Mitch Price was the only man in a blue blazer and white pants. He looked like he belonged on a yacht. And for the next hour, he was the skipper. Price was in charge of organizing the placement and spacing of everyone in the parade. He was also owner of Mitch Motors and Vice Chairman of the Columbia County Democratic Party. His jobs overlapped nicely. Price was in the people business.
    “Morning, lieutenant.”
    “Everything on schedule?”
    “Like clockwork,” Price acknowledged.
    “No problems with anyone,” Brenner stated more than asked.
    Price had a clip board in his hand, but he didn’t have to look at it. “I’ve got the Boy Scouts lined up at the Morrison’s Hardware, the VFW up at there at the First Baptist, the kids in the bands down at Promenade Hill. The official cars are already lined up in front of the train station. And the trucks from Rogers and Hostradt come down in ten minutes. Oh, and the Greenport ambulance is on Second and Warren. Now that you’re here, we have a lead-off car.”
    Mitch Price had been in charge of Hudson