tried to reach Jennifer several times each day. Her secretary would only say, “I’m sorry, Mr. Adams, but Miss Parker is away from the office.”
Adam was sitting in the study starting to call Jennifer for the third time that day when Mary Beth walked into the room. Adam casually replaced the receiver.
Mary Beth walked up to him and ran her fingers through his hair. “You look tired, darling.”
“I’m fine.”
She moved over to a suede armchair across from Adam’s desk and sat down. “It’s all coming together, isn’t it, Adam?”
“It looks that way.”
“I hope it’s over soon, for your sake. The strain must be terrible.”
“I’m bearing up under it, Mary Beth. Don’t worry about me.”
“But I do worry. Jennifer Parker’s name is on that list, isn’t it?”
Adam looked at her sharply. “How did you know that?”
She laughed. “Angel, you’ve turned this house into a public meeting place. I can’t help but hear a little of what goes on. Everybody seems so terribly excited about catching Michael Moretti and his woman friend.” She watched Adam’s face, but there was no reaction.
Mary Beth looked at her husband fondly and thought, How naïve men are. She knew more about Jennifer Parker than Adam did. It had always amazed Mary Beth how brilliant a man could be in business or politics, and yet be so silly when it came to women. Look how many truly great men had been married to cheap little floozies. Mary Beth understood about her husband having an affair with Jennifer Parker. After all, Adam was a very attractive and desirable man. And like all men, he was susceptible. Her philosophy was to forgive and never forget.
Mary Beth knew what was best for her husband. Everything she did was for Adam’s own good. Well, when all this was over, she would take Adam away somewhere. He did look tired. They would leave Samantha with the housekeeper and go someplace romantic. Perhaps Tahiti.
Mary Beth glanced out the window and saw two of the secret service men talking. She had mixed feelings about their presence. Mary Beth disliked the intrusion on her privacy, but at the same time, their being there was a reminder that her husband was a candidate for the presidency of the United States. No, how foolish of her. Her husband was going to be the next President of the United States. Everyone said so. The idea of living in the White House was so tangible that just thinking about it warmed her. Her favorite occupation, while Adam was busy with all his meetings, was to redecorate the White House. She would sit alone in her room for hours, changing furniture around in her mind, planning all the exciting things she was going to do when she became First Lady.
She had seen the rooms that most visitors were not allowed in: the White House Library with its almost three thousand books, the China Room and the Diplomatic Reception Room, and the family quarters and the seven guest bedrooms on the second floor.
She and Adam would live in that house, become a part of its history. Mary Beth shuddered at the thought of how close Adam had come to throwing away their chances because of that Parker woman. Well, that was all over, thank God.
She watched Adam now as he sat at his desk, looking drawn and haggard.
“Can I fix you a cup of coffee, darling?”
Adam started to say no, then changed his mind. “That would be nice.”
“It will just take a jiffy.”
The moment Mary Beth left the room, Adam picked up the telephone again and began to dial. It was evening and he knew Jennifer’s office was closed, but there should be someone at the answering service. After what seemed an interminable period of time, the operator answered.
“This is urgent,” Adam said. “I’ve been trying to reach Jennifer Parker for several days. This is Mr. Adams.”
“One moment, please.” The voice came back on the line. “I’m sorry, Mr. Adams. I have no word on where Miss Parker is. Do you want to leave a message?”
“No.” Adam slammed down the receiver, filled with frustration, knowing that even if he did leave a message for Jennifer to call him, there was no way she could return that call.
He sat in his den, looking out at the night, thinking about the dozens of arrest warrants that would soon be drawn up. One of them would be for murder.
It would have Jennifer’s name on it.
It was five days before Michael Moretti returned to the