preamble. Phipps liked getting straight to the point, while Steve always preferred a subtle approach. Shifting gears was as easy as playing to the senatorâs arrogance. Steve excelled in both.
Phipps stood and crossed the lush, jewel-toned Oriental rug to the carved armoire on the opposite end of the office. Keeping his back to Steve, he poured himself a Scotch, neat. âHow much truth do you believe is behind the rumor?â
Steve carefully sat in the leather wing chair. âMy source in the White House is extremely reliable.â
âGood,â Phipps said with a nod. He turned and smoothed his salt-and-pepper hair with his free hand, then grinned like the Cheshire cat. âIâve been invitedto Justice Elliotâs farewell dinner. Beautifully ironic, wouldnât you say?â
âOnly if the president appoints Galloway and Boswell to the bench once Middleton steps down,â Steve reminded him. He felt confident the president would appoint the two federal appellate court judges to the bench of the United States Supreme Court. He also knew Phipps believed he held in his hands the power that would enable him to convince his fellow senators on the judiciary committee to vote in favor of the appointments. The truth was much more complicated.
âHe will,â Phipps answered arrogantly. âFirst Galloway, and then Boswell in a few months, once Middleton announces his retirement.â
â If Middleton announces his retirement before the end of the session,â Steve corrected.
Phipps ignored that comment. He moved from the armoire and propped his hip on the corner of his large oak desk. At sixty-two, Phipps was still athletically built and kept his body in shape. He worked out daily and was still as fit as heâd been during his years as the star quarterback at Texas A&M, followed by a brief stint in the pros.
Phippsâs vibrant blue eyes filled with confident arrogance. âThey not only share the same party affiliation, but they openly supported the presidentâs platform during the last election. With everyone focusing on the abortion issue again, theyâre the perfect choice.â
âYouâre very certain of this.â
âIâd bet your career on it, Radcliffe.â
No doubt he would, Steve thought. Phipps neverhad any trouble getting what he wanted. Steve saw to it.
Phipps took a drink of the Scotch, then asked, âWhat else is on your mind, Radcliffe?â
Steve leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. âWeâve had a breach,â he said, watching Phippsâs expression intently. Confidence fled from the older manâs eyes, replaced by a flash of fear, followed by anger.
âWhen?â the senator demanded.
âAbout a month ago.â
âA month?â he roared.
Steve nodded.
âAnd why am I only just hearing of it?â Phipps lowered his voice.
âI only learned of it myself. I had a dinner meeting tonight withââ
âI donât give a ratâs ass who you broke bread with,â Phipps snapped. âWhat went wrong that we werenât notified immediately?â
Steve straightened. Heâd expected the senator to be angry, but the fear in his eyes had taken him off guard. But then, when someone was trying to upset the balance of the Supreme Court, he suspected a little fear should be involved. The senator had a lot to lose. So did Steve, which was why heâd make sure the truth would never be leaked.
âWhoever did it was good,â he told the senator. âWe think it was a professional. He knew where to look and how to cover his tracks.â
Phipps rose and started to pace. âDo you think it was him?â
âItâs entirely possible, but I have my doubts.â
âEnlighten me.â
âHe wouldâve made a move by now if itâd been him.â
Phipps let out a sigh. âWe need to move first, before he does. Bring him out in