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lawyer. Been in the news a lot lately. He handled that Champions HealthCare trial.”
    Recognition set in with Slazak as well. He stared hard at Danny, then glanced in the direction of the mangled Chevy, fury rising within him. “Look at that, hotshot!” he shouted. “Take a good, hard look, you drunk son of a bitch!” He pointed at the paramedics, who were moving a limp body from the wreckage. “Because of you, two little kids may lose their father!” Slazak’s face was red with rage and was within inches of Danny’s. Danny had been unable to focus on anything beyond the policemen in front of him, but he was now staring past them at the horrific sight ninety feet away.
    “Oh my God!” he gasped.
    “Get him out of here,” Slazak growled at Wilson, his voice filled with contempt. “Give him the breathalyzer and the sobriety tests.”
    “Come with me, sir,” Wilson instructed, grabbing Danny by the elbow and guiding him toward the squad car.
    Slazak shook his head and cursed to himself as he watched Danny Moran stagger to the squad alongside the lanky patrolman. He took a deep breath and turned back toward the Porsche, trying hard to control his emotions so that he could focus on doing his job. He pulled a small flashlight from his pocket and leaned back into the car. Drops of water glistened on the headrest and the driver’s seat. The crime scene investigators would scold him for contaminating the scene, but he didn’t care. It was a crude but effective way of awakening a drunk driver to question him before he had time to concoct a story or call a lawyer.
    In the midst of the shards of glass scattered across the floor, a shiny metallic object reflected the flashlight’s beam—a cell phone. Slazak carefully picked it up with a handkerchief and checked the call log. One call had been placed to 911 thirty minutes earlier; other than that, no calls had been made or received all evening. He placed the phone into a plastic bag. He would turn it over to the evidence boys if they ever showed up. He continued scanning the interior of the vehicle with his flashlight. As the narrow beam passed over the passenger seat, he brought it to an abrupt halt, training the flashlight on a dark substance spattered across the fine leather, glistening in the beam of light. He couldn’t discern the color against the dark leather, so he delicately dabbed the area with the corner of a handkerchief, then held the white cloth in front of the flashlight. The bright crimson stain was unmistakable—it was blood. Wet blood.

CHAPTER 4
K imberly Van Howe awoke to the sound of running water in her bathroom. Her bedside reading lamp was on, and her paperback novel was still in her hands. The clock on her nightstand read 1:25.
     
    She walked unsteadily into the bathroom, wearing nothing but one of Blair’s oversizedT-shirts. Her eyes were still half-closed as she snuggled up to her husband from behind, wrapping her arms around him while he washed his hands at the sink.
    “Hello, Congressman,” she purred softly.
    Blair recoiled at her touch and said nothing, but continued running water over his hands. Kimberly stood back to look at him in the mirror. She gasped as she saw the blood spattered across the sink and swirling down the drain.
“My God, Blair! What happened?”
    Blair pulled his hand from the running water and held it up. Blood oozed from a large gash in his right index finger. “I was in an accident,” he responded in a shaky voice.
    Kimberly grabbed a hand towel and wrapped it around the bloody finger. “Are you hurt? Anywhere else, I mean?” She stepped back and surveyed her husband from head to foot. He was pale and obviously shaken.
    “No, I’m not hurt, but the accident—it’s bad. I think the other guy is really hurt … I took off … I called 911 and then I ran home … I left Danny there.”
    “Slow down, Blair, you’re not making sense,” Kimberly said, her face turning as pale as her husband’s. She guided