“Sabar yelled into the beet-red face of Senator-elect Ralph Kensington. “I don’t think you’re the one with the control here,” Kensington shot back, even though the beads of sweat rolling down his face and the tangy, citrus-like scent of fear overruled the fake bravado in his voice. “Seems to me I got a secret you want kept.” Just last month Ralph Kensington had held a fund-raiser to announce his run for the Senate. The announcement came five weeks after the death of Senator Mark Baines and his d...aughter—two deaths that were necessary to let everyone know that Sabar was now running the show in this town. Instead of starting off his campaign, Kensington had been elected to take Baines’s place for the remainder of this term. Rumors of Kensington’s unprofessional and illegal connection with his former boss Bob Slakeman, a defense weapons specialist, had surfaced but apparently hadn’t been strong enough to keep Kensington out of office. Now the obese and frankly offensive man was sitting in a high-backed leather office chair that had wheels on it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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