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“You were happy to tear down my proposal for creating a path to citizenship, but said nothing about howyouwould help the millions of hardworking individuals who came to this country—like your and my ancestors did—to escape oppression and find opportunity for their families. You questioned my plan for free or subsidized tuition for community or four-year college if the students agree to work programs after graduation that benefit society. You said nothing about addressing the obscene wealth disparity like I did, with my three-point tax plan—”
“Which robs the middle class.”
“Please, Ms. Leppert.”
“My opponent talks about her law-and-order record, spending years as a federal prosecutor in Texas jailing cartel members. And I give her credit for that. God bless her for her service. But that job did not prepare her one bit for the problems we face here: throwing first-time offenders for minor drug misdemeanors in prison—”
“Time, Representative Cody.”
“—effectively ruining their lives. Now, on—”
“Representative?”
“On my website, you’ll be able to see in clear, specific detail what my proposals are, which I’ve only been able to sketch out inbroad brushes this afternoon. They’ll help everyone—bus drivers and deli counter-people and nurses and businessmen and -women. And if you honor me with reelection, I pledge that I will tirelessly fight to make each and every one of those proposals a reality. Thank you.”
Applause—somewhat louder than for the opponent, though Spencer wasn’t sure. He suspected that most of the audience members were by now thinking of where to go afterward for tea or alcohol.
The debaters shook the moderator’s hand. Leppert walked backstage first, passing by Spencer with no reaction to his presence, and began speaking with a young female assistant, who gushed about her performance in a sycophantic way that Spencer deduced irritated the candidate. Probably soon to be replaced.
After a brief conversation with the moderator, Cody entered the dim, matte-black space behind the stage. He was about as tall as Spencer, well over six feet, but weighed forty or so pounds less. Now that the two politicos were freed of the constraints of behaving in front of an audience, would fur fly in a big way?
But no.
“Got me good there,” Leppert said with a cheerful frown. “Didn’t have my Post Toasties in order on HB three seventeen.”
“Eh. If you had, I’d’ve gone down in flames. Took a chance. How’s Emily?”
“Healed nicely. Thanks.” Leppert grimaced. “Out for the season, though.”
“That’ll hurt more than the wild pitch.”
“Already filling up her schedule with other stuff—which meansmyschedule. As chauffeur.” Leppert declined the makeup wipe from the intense assistant; a glance in the mirror apparently told her that she’d keep the paint job the pros had done. She picked up a Coach backpack, removed a diamond necklace and ring, and placed them around her neck and on her finger. She had ditchedthe posh accessories for the debate, and kept fixed the collar button on her blouse, which she now undid.
She had a Look too.
The conversation rolled into the absent pleasantries of a chance cocktail party encounter.
The businesswoman offered a breezy “See you at the breakfast Tuesday.”
“Stab me with a stick,” Cody muttered as she vanished out the door.
Then he turned to Spencer. Codydidsnag a makeup wipe and went to work. “Wasn’t sure who you were here to see. I guess I win. Who’re you with?”
A flash of Spencer’s badge.
The representative rolled down his sleeves, pulled on a jacket. He nodded after Leppert. “Did you hear her say ‘Thank you’ at the end?”
“I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I wasn’t either. I don’t think she did, butIdid. In public speaking, you’re not supposed to thank your audience. You’re doing the audience a favor by appearing. They should thankyou. I keep forgetting.” He grimaced. “I get riled up.”
“You both thanked the moderator.”
“Youhaveto thank the moderator. Even the bad ones.”
“A close race?”
“I’m way ahead in the polls, but it ain’t over till, et cetera. Marie’s got some momentum. Devoted following. She’s not rags to riches. More JCPenney to riches and she earned it herself, and she really did put cartel punks away. All right. What can I do for you, Detective?” From a case, he removed eyeglasses with bright red frames, replacing the black, apparently believing the midday audience would prefer a more studious and less stylish candidate.
