In Plain Sight (Sisterhood #25) - Fern Michaels Page 0,60
to her, that’s what she would listen to, not them, no matter how much sense they made.
Espinosa shuffled from one foot to the other. “You guys do know that Lincoln Moss hates Jack Sparrow, right? When the President, at his advisers’ urging, nominated Sparrow, Moss opposed it. Because Sparrow had been in the federal pen on a trumped-up charge. Moss said it wouldn’t look good and would taint the President. There was more to it than that, and we all know, as did Moss, that Sparrow got a clean bill of health on that trumped-up charge. The feds paid him handsomely for the time he spent in prison, too. I think I read somewhere, and not in the Post, that it was the only time Gabriel Knight vetoed a suggestion from his old buddy Lincoln Moss. You guys have to remember that, don’t you?”
“Vaguely,” Ted said. “I know we didn’t think it was newsworthy enough to write about. Even back then, the Post was anti-Moss.”
“I don’t remember it at all,” Dennis said.
“Me either,” Maggie said. “Okay, I pulled up his address on Glenbrook Road. It’s in the Wesley Heights area. Ah, here’s a picture. Looks like a mansion to me, and I’d estimate at the time of purchase maybe $5 or $6 million. No clue what the value is today. Pricey will do it for now, and would we really expect anything less when it comes to Lincoln Moss? He’s got some well-heeled political neighbors, too. The power elite as they say.”
“Dennis, do a Google Earth on the property so we can get a look at it. We need to know if he has electronic gates and maybe a guardhouse, that kind of thing. I’m thinking we can bluff our way to the gate even if there is a guard. They, whoever they turn out to be, won’t want to antagonize the press. That would be us. Especially when we tell them it’s about the Man of the Year contest. Hell, even the gardener will be impressed with that,” Ted said. “I’ve heard Moss has some serious security at his home. If I remember correctly, the security is made up of retired Secret Service.”
“And he pays triple what they would earn elsewhere in the private sector,” Dennis chirped up. “Amalie told me that. I also think she knows a lot of stuff that she hasn’t told us. My opinion is that we have barely scratched the surface where Moss is concerned.”
“I think you’re right, kid,” Ted said.
“So, what are we doing here? Do we have a game plan or not?” Espinosa asked.
Maggie nibbled on her thumb as she contemplated her next move. She hated it when she was indecisive. Just take the bull by the horns and wrestle it to the ground. Whatever happens happens. End of story.
“We’re going out to Glenbrook Road. Ted, get the van. We’ll meet you out front. Dennis, send Annie and Myra a text telling them what we’re doing. Espinosa, you got all your gear?” He nodded. “Then I think we’re good to go.”
“Did you send the text, Maggie?” Dennis asked.
“Nope. I’m going to wait till we pull into his driveway. From the looks of the Google display, he can see his driveway all the way to the road from every front window of his mansion. Wonder who uses that pool, tennis court, and that mini putting green.”
“Amalie said it’s all just for show. She said they did a whole spread in Architectural Digest. Everything about Lincoln Moss is for show. She said his motto is, ‘Hey, look at me!’ ”
“That’s downright sick. I can’t wait till we get our hands on that miserable cretin.”
Dennis swallowed hard at the look on Maggie’s face. He almost felt sorry for Lincoln Moss. Almost.
Forty minutes later, with Ted driving at breakneck speed, the group arrived at the Glenbrook Road address. Ted let out a loud whoop, and said, “Okay, I know exactly where we are now. Two doors down on the left is where that female senator lived. You remember, Maggie, the one who loved to entertain all those virile young Georgetown students on the taxpayer’s dime. See that Tudor, that was where she lived. Now that was a scandal to end all scandals.” A quick glance in the rearview mirror told Ted Dennis was about to ask a hundred questions since the scandal was before his time. “Later, kid, we’re here. Now what, Maggie? I don’t see any guards or security.”