She had pushed a bunch of my buttons. My hair was on fire. I couldn’t cope with millions of people dying to satisfy the corrupt personal gains of a few senators and lobbyists. I wasn’t so naïve to think this sort of thing didn’t go on. I’d seen corruption in each of the cities where I had worked. However, this was different. This was the Senate of the United States, which magnified the greed. I hadn’t asked for and she hadn’t offered any names. I’d know soon enough, once I got into that environment. Dalton had mentioned Senator Gavin Crawford. He’d spoken to her about her opposition to her leadership’s stance as it supported the FDA’s denial of the new drug. Dalton considered him a friend, not one involved in the cabal. The virtual island that is Capitol Hill is surrounded by the streets where I plied my daily beat—in the same town, but worlds apart. I don’t have a “Max” up there. It’s a world of subtleties and nuances. Their muggings aren’t done with a knife, a club, or a gun.
