Frank never would have found out about it except that he saw one of the checks on the office desk one night. “I’m giving money to Nixon?” he asked Mike. “We all are.” “I’m a Democrat,” Frank said. “Not this year, you ain’t,” Mike said. “What, you want Bobby fucking Kennedy in the White House? Guy’s got a hard-on for us you could cut glass with. Besides, it ain’t really your money, is it? So relax.”
