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452 pages, Paperback
First published February 1, 1993
“The jokers aren’t worth this,” he called after her. “Nothing touched by that damn virus is worth it.”
She shut the door. Quietly.
And she wondered.
“Battle says everything changes tomorrow.”
“Everything changes every day.��
“I don’t have much interest in a burnt match, Ambassador. I want the hand that dropped it.”
“Father Squid, is what most people call me,” he said, and there was amusement under that voice. “Even those who aren’t of my church. If you’re not comfortable with that, I understand.”
Hannah shrugged as if she didn’t care. She didn’t think the gesture convinced either of them. “Father, then,” she said.
“I’m Hannah,” she told him. “Your friend. And I’ll remember for you.”
I had always been a predator, by choice, without need. I had spent a lifetime preying on the weaknesses of others. The wild card made me a predator in truth, and gave me no choice in the matter.
Braun got a lot of attention, but he didn’t want to talk about the Four Aces, or the script. He said he’d had enough of playing Golden Boy and wouldn’t take the part.
I was tempted to tell her then and there. I mean, she’d slept with Jack Braun. She wouldn’t care if I were an ace or a joker or whatever I was.
But it was my life, and it was all I had.
Don’t disappoint us, Senator Hartmann.