looked at Andy’s glass. “Another drink?”
“No, thanks mate,” he said, pushing himself unsteadily back from the table. “I think I’ve had enough.”
He stood and extracted a card from his wallet. “Here’s my card. Give me a call at the office anytime and I’ll give you the official tour.”
“Thanks Andy, I really appreciate this. I’ll see how much time I have. OK?”
Andy nodded as Harry guided him to where they had met.
“Thanks for lunch,” Andy slurred. “See you later.” His careful pacing towards the foyer did not disguise his condition.
“In vino veritas,” Harry murmured, as he followed him into the afternoon freeze and hailed a waiting taxi. He had to hurry. Only an hour until his meeting with Mulaney.
He directed the driver to take him back to the Hyatt where an official limousine would be awaiting his pleasure. On the way he thought over Andy’s disclosures.
‘So, the truth is not safe for some,’ he thought wryly.
The sun seemed even less warming as he wondered what he could say to Mulaney to get him to Camp David and admitted to himself he would rather Mulaney didn’t come.
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