"This is not a good thing, Gov… Mr. Vice President."
"You can call me Marty, Jake."
"It's not a good thing, Marty. This could hold up a decree for months while this guy runs up as many billable hours as he can, all to no avail, of course, since you reported all your assets and liabilities on your financial statement." He paused. "You did report all your assets, didn't you?"
"I did. If I think about it hard, though, I might be able to come up with a few more liabilities. Tell Wilcox that Betty can have half of those."
"Heh-heh, very good. I'll put that in my petition."
"What petition?"
"My petition to the court to suppress the appointment of a forensic accountant."
"On what grounds?"
"Ah, too late in the process, no evidence of hidden assets, harassment, unreasonable delay, that business about new liabilities, and, of course, malice. A woman scorned and all that."
"Don't mention malice and a woman scorned. Let's not make her angrier than she already is."
"Frankly, Marty, I think what's behind this is Wilcox is trying to get more for her than they had agreed to in the draft settlement. Maybe if we give them something else they'll go ahead and sign, and we can get this thing over with."
"Did you have something in mind?"
"Well, Wilcox obliquely referred to that old Cadillac, the one you were born in."
"Betty said something about that last night. She seems to think it might be worth a lot of money."
"I did some checking around. A mint Cadillac of that vintage might bring as much as fifty grand at the right auction."
"I was going to donate it to a car museum in L.A. and get a tax deduction of twenty-five grand," Stanton said.
"So all it would cost you would be whatever the tax savings would have been. That would be a good deal to get us out of this."
"Oh, hell, if it will get her off my back, give it to her, but be cagey. Tell Wilcox how reluctant I am to part with it and how it might bring a hundred grand at auction, because of the connection to a vice president."
"Gotcha. I'll call him back as soon as we're off the phone."
"Don't be hasty, Jake. Let him stew until tomorrow."
"Okay, Marty. I'll get back to you when I know more. In the meantime, do I have your permission to file the petition?"
"Sure, go ahead whenever you think the time is right."
"Bye-bye, Marty. Say, does Air Force Two have a bedroom?"
"In a manner of speaking," Stanton replied. "Good-bye, Jake." He hung up.
Stanton, for the tenth time that morning, thought about Barbara Ortega-specifically, Barbara Ortega naked in his bed. He reflected that the past few weeks had been the longest time in his life that he had gone without sex, but he had suspected that Betty had put detectives on him, so he had been good, as much as it had hurt. Now he was going to see Barbara at Rivera's swearing-in, and he was going to have to work hard not to seem to want her. It was going to be tough.
He hoped to God that Betty took the Cadillac; he had been paying five hundred bucks a month to garage it, since there wasn't room for it at the mansion, and he couldn't afford it anymore.
28
BARBARA ORTEGA LOOKED AROUND THE ROOM THAT HAD BEEN HER OFFICE FOR THE past three years. The walls were bare of her diplomas, her law license, and the collection of photographs that had followed her life from childhood through high school and college and through law school. Four boxes of files stood ready for transfer to the state archives, and another two held her personal files. Everything was ready for the movers, so when Mike Rivera's swearing-in ceremony was over, his chief of staff could move immediately into the office.
Barbara sat down on the sofa and began remembering the first time she and Marty Stanton had made love-on that very sofa. Not that it was making love; it was just straight fucking, and she had loved every second of it. Lovemaking came later, at a friend's apartment and various other locations, none of which they had used more than once. God, she thought, they had been careful. No one had twigged their affair, least of all Betty Stanton.
Now she would be on her way to Washington, to start the new job, if she was lucky, and to look for another, if she wasn't. If Justice didn't work out, Marty would help her find something else good, she was sure of it. Her apartment looked pretty much like her office, she reflected. She had thrown away or donated everything she could do without, sold her furniture, and arranged for the utilities to be disconnected soon.
Barbara Ortega had burned her bridges.
MARTIN STANTON'S ARRIVAL in Sacramento was much better covered than his departure from Washington. Every political reporter who had covered him for seven years was there, cameras were pointed, TV lights switched on. He paused at the top of the boarding stairs and tried to look surprised, then he walked quickly down to where a microphone had been set up.
"Good afternoon," he said to the crowd, and they hushed. "It's great to be back in Sacramento, even if only for the day. After I left to go to the Democratic Covention in New York, events took a sudden turn, and my feet have hardly touched the ground since then. In the space of a very few weeks I have become the Democratic candidate for vice president, then appointed to the unexpired term of the great George Kiel, then confirmed by the Senate, then, this morning, sworn into office. No politician has ever had such a roller-coaster ride. I want to thank all my friends in Sacramento and in all of California whose unwavering support of me over the years made all this possible. Any questions?"
"Gov… Mr. Vice President, have you resigned from the governorship?"
"I faxed my resignation to the secretary of state early this morning, and I'm delivering the original document to him today," Stanton replied, patting his inside pocket.
"How long have you and Mrs. Stanton been planning the divorce, sir?"
"That's a private matter, not connected to my government service, either in Sacramento or Washington, and I won't be answering any questions about it. Neither will Mrs. Stanton, whom I hold in high regard."
Barbara Ortega suddenly appeared at his side. "That will be all the questions," she said. "The vice president has an inauguration to attend." She guided him into the governor 's limousine, and once the doors were closed, pressed the button that closed the window between the driver and passenger compartments.
"It's good to see you," Stanton said, reaching across the seat and squeezing her hand.
"And you, baby," she replied.
Stanton glanced at the driver, as if to warn her.
She nodded and handed him a sheet of paper. "Here's your schedule: first the swearing-in, then some dinner and an appearance at Mike's inaugural ball, which will be at a downtown hotel, then this limo will whisk you to San Francisco, where you're in a big suite at the Ritz-Carlton for the night. I'd like to join you there."
Stanton shook his head. "This is the only time we're going to have alone. It's important that you be seen at the ball tonight after I've gone."
She nodded. "I know, I was just dreaming. I've packed up your office and shipped your personal files to the house at the Naval Observatory. I've packed my things, too."
"You've already resigned?"
"Simultaneously with you. Mike has his own chief of staff, and, anyway, he wouldn't want me around here. I've sublet my apartment, and I'm leaving for Washington on Monday."
"You got the job already?"
"I've been told I'm a serious candidate, but if I don't get it I'll find something else. I've got a pretty good rйsumй, you know."
"Don't I know it."
"You'll help me, if I need it, won't you?"
"I'll do everything I can without being seen to do it. I've already talked to Will Lee about you, and he's sent a recommendation to the AG."