"I'm Kerry Smith, and this is Shelly Bach," Kerry said. "We work for the FBI in Washington, D.C., and we've come to ask you a few questions." He surreptitiously switched on a recorder in his pocket.
"Ohhh," Pedro said with mock fear, "am I under arrest?" Kerry laughed. "No, Seсor Martнnez, nothing like that. I believe you're acquainted with Governor Martin Stanton of California."
"Yes, I am," Pedro replied. "In fact, you could say I am the first person he ever met. We have been acquainted that long."
"Could you tell me how you first met?" Kerry asked.
"Oh, yes, seсor. It is my favorite story. I was the driver for his father, you see. Every morning I would come to his house in Tijuana and drive him to the Coca-Cola bottling plant in his new Cadillac. I liked to drive the Cadillac."
"They're very nice cars."
"Oh, yes. Well, on the morning I first met Little Martin, as all who worked for Big Martin would call him, I came to the house to drive the car, and Big Martin and his wife, Magdalena, were coming from the house in a hurry, because her time had arrived a little sooner than expected." He made a big belly motion with his hands. "You understand?"
"She was pregnant," Kelly said.
"Yes, seсor, but not for long. We get in the car, the two of them in back and myself behind the wheel, and we head for San Diego, where the hospital is where Big Martin and his father were born. There is a little delay at the border, but when the guard saw what was happening, he waved his arms and yelled for us to get going! Then Big Martin said to me, 'Pedro, I can't do this. You do it, and I will drive.' So we changed places, and I got in the back and we are racing for the hospital. Two or three minutes later, Little Martin's first cry was heard. Soon we were at the hospital, and the doctors told me what a fine job I had done. Then Big Martin and I went to a bar across the street and got very drunk."
Kerry laughed. "I don't blame you-that was quite an experience. You say two or three minutes after you left the border crossing, Little Martin was born?"
"Yes, seсor, about that. Of course, I was pretty busy at the time; it could have been longer."
"And which country were you in when the baby was born? Mexico or the United States?"
"Oh, the United States, seсor. We were halfway to the hospital by then."
"That's a wonderful story, Seсor Martнnez, and I thank you for telling it to us. Now we must be going back to Washington."
"I'm very glad to have had you as my guests," Pedro said.
They got into their car and, with a wave at Pedro, drove away.
Kerry breathed a sigh of relief and called Bob Kinney.
"What happened?" Kinney asked.
Kerry told him the story, blow by blow.
"And Martнnez is certain they were on U.S. soil when the boy was born?"
"He's absolutely certain, sir, and I have him on tape saying so. I'll e-mail you the report as soon as we're in the air."
"See you tomorrow, Kerry, and thank Special Agent Bach for me, will you?"
"Yes, sir, I'll thank her."
WILL PICKED UP THE PHONE. "Yes, Bob?"
"It's confirmed, Mr. President. Martin Stanton was born on U.S. soil. I'll be e-mailing you Assistant Director Smith's report in just a few minutes."
"Thank you, Bob," Will said. "And thank Assistant Director Smith and Special Agent Bach for me."
IN THE AIR, Kerry closed his computer. "The report is submitted," he said.
Shelly looked over her shoulder at the closed cockpit door. "Since there's only one pilot, he can't leave the controls, can he?"
"No," Kerry replied, taking off his coat, "he can't."
"Oh, good," she said, shucking her panties.
18
WILL STOOD AT A LECTERN IN THE WHITE HOUSE ROSE GARDEN WITH MARTIN Stanton by his side. The funeral of Vice President George Kiel had been held at the National Cathedral the day before, followed by burial at Arlington National Cemetery.
"Good morning," he said to the knot of press, White House staffers, and dignitaries gathered there. "It gives me great pleasure to announce that I am appointing Governor Martin Stanton of California to the office of Vice President of the United States of America. You may have heard that I had already selected Governor Stanton as my running mate last week"-he paused for scattered laughter-"and since the office has become vacant, I didn't think it was necessary to keep him waiting." More laughter. "I regret only that Mrs. Stanton is unwell in California and unable to be here today, but I'm sure she is watching us on television. The customary FBI background check has been completed, and the director has informed me that there are no grounds on which to arrest the governor, so there was no reason for delay. As you know, the Constitution requires that the appointment of a vice president must be ratified by the Senate, and the leadership has informed me that the confirmation hearing will be held the day after tomorrow. Governor, would you like to say a few words?"
Stanton stepped forward to a round of polite applause. "Thank you, Mr. President. I am deeply honored by this appointment, and I am grateful to you for this opportunity. I know that Vice President Kiel's shoes are large and will be difficult to fill, but I will do my best to fulfill the requirements of the office and the hopes of the American people."
THAT EVENING, Felix and Marlene sat before their big-screen flat-panel television set sharing a pizza and watching the little ceremony on CNN.
Felix took a swig of his beer and belched. "Y'know," he said, "that guy sounds like the guy on the tape."
"Which guy? Oh, that guy?"
"That guy. He has that deep voice, y'know?"
"Felix, how many beers have you had?" Marlene asked.
"Not that many," Felix replied, defensively.
"That guy is going to be the vice president," she said.
"Yeah, I figured that out. I'm just telling you, he sounds like the guy on the tape."
"So, if that's true, this Stanton guy has a girlfriend stashed somewhere?"
"Sounds like it."
"So, how do we prove that his voice is the one on the tape?" Felix scratched his head. "I could record that speech he just made off the TiVo and compare the two voices."
"Compare them how?"
"Well, you know, there are ways you can compare two recordings electronically."
"I know that the National Security Agency can do that," Marlene said, "but I don't know that you can do it."
"I know a guy that might have the equipment to do it," Felix said.
"Hang on just a minute," Marlene said.
"Okay, I'm hanging."
"We need to look at what we're getting into here. What you usually do with the recordings you make is get a leg up on the story, get there first."
"Yeah, well, that's what I'm doing here."
"Felix, this is different. If you sell this story to somebody based on these tapes, you're going to have to give them the tapes, and even if the two voices are the same, those tapes have a lot of gaps in them. The Feds would find out where the tapes came from, and they would be all over you. You really want to go through that for a few grand, which is what you're going to get for the tapes?"
"All that, just because I taped a guy and his girlfriend on the phone?"
"You taped him at the White House."
"Well, I don't know that. He could have been sitting on a park bench in the neighborhood, you know?"
"It's still illegal to tape somebody on a cell phone, and if you sell the story, you'll have to admit that's what you did. Also, if all of this stuff was somehow confirmed and became believable, you'd be blowing a vice president out of the water. Hellfire would rain down on you, if you did that."