Flashpoint

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Author: Ed Gorman
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective
she’s managed to talk to the senator. He says he doesn’t even know her name.’
    I didn’t like any of this. An elected official, from small town council member to president of the United States, is a target for so many people with bad intent. There’s always the possibility that the other side is setting a trap for you or that the very ordinary-looking person wishing you well is actually an assassin who managed to slip a weapon past security.
    â€˜I’ll be right back,’ I said, already on my feet.
    The two of them stood just outside the shadows of the dance floor. In the lighted area, which was at least three-fourths of the ballroom, people were sedately partying. You didn’t see a lot of ladies ripping off their clothes and dancing on tables at fundraisers, though something like that would be more than welcome on nights when the speeches were interminable.
    The closer I got the more I realized that she was not quite human. She was a fashion magazine icon pretending to be flesh and blood. She had been cleaned, painted and dressed to please one of those photographers who are more famous than the women they shoot. In her shiny black dress her perfect body was almost a match for her perfect face. But nothing could quite match it. God had been in a very good mood the day He’d created her.
    She sensed me before Robert did and was already luring me to her before he turned to watch me close in on them.
    Five times at the senator’s recent events. She was wrong in every way. Before Robert could say anything I reached out, took her hand and said, ‘The senator needs to go back to his table, so how about having this dance with me?’
    For just a moment consternation shone in those blue eyes; she knew she was in some kind of trouble but it had come on so quickly she hadn’t been able to prepare for combat. Then, ‘Why, of course. I’d never turn down a handsome man.’ To Robert, ‘It was so nice seeing you again, Senator. My group really appreciates everything you’ve done for women’s rights.’
    â€˜Senator, your wife and daughter asked me to ask you if you’d come back to your table. Your daughter wants to tell you about the play she’s in.’
    Robert, confused, embarrassed and angry, said, ‘It was very nice seeing you again.’ Then to me, restraining himself with great effort: ‘I’ll talk to you later, my friend. Be prepared.’
    Then he stalked off.
    She was a pro for sure. She was already sliding her arm around my waist as she said, ‘He’s bigger than you are. Think you could beat him up?’
    â€˜I have an agreement with my clients. I don’t beat them up unless they don’t pay their bills.’
    â€˜You’re a practical man. Good common sense.’
    â€˜So just who the hell are you?’
    A faux Southern accent. ‘I do declare, Mr Conrad, that you just might give me the vapors. I like strong, tough men.’
    She knew my name, meaning that she would also know everything else about me.
    â€˜Your name.’
    â€˜Tracy Cabot. See, I’m easy.’
    â€˜And you do what?’
    â€˜Are you going to beat me up if I don’t tell you?’ At least she’d dropped the accent.
    â€˜And you do what, Tracy?’
    â€˜Oh, you’re no fun.’ And then she brought us together in a most pleasing way and as we held each other, the feel and shape of her body forced me to close my eyes for a time and just enjoy the touch and smell and urgency of her. She led me onto the dance floor and we danced.
    â€˜Now, see, isn’t that better?’ She was having fun with the dumb guy. Give him an erection and he was your slave.
    â€˜Who do you work for?’
    â€˜Would you really expect me to tell you?’
    â€˜No. But at least we’re cutting through the bullshit. I don’t want you around the senator anymore.’
    â€˜Jealous? Want him for
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