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in the middle of a hurricane。 Khamel moved like a cat across the narrow aisle to a seat three rows behind the Justice。 He sipped the beer。 They were alone。 He waited for one minute； and quickly moved down a row。 Jensen was eight feet away。
As the hurricane intensified； so did the orgy。 The roar of the wind and the screams of the partyers deafened the small theater。 Khamel set the beer and popcorn on the floor； and pulled a three…foot strand of yellow nylon ski rope from his waist。 He quickly wrapped the ends around both hands； and stepped over the row of chairs in front of him。 His prey was breathing heavy。 The popcorn box was shaking。
The attack was quick and brutal。 Khamel looped the rope just under the larynx； and wrenched it violently。 He yanked the rope downward； snapping the head over the back of the seat。 The neck broke cleanly。 He twisted the rope and tied it behind the neck。 He slid a six…inch steel rod through a loop in the knot； and wound the tourniquet until the flesh tore and started to bleed。 It was over in ten seconds。
Suddenly the hurricane was over and another orgy began in celebration。 Jensen slumped in his seat。 His popcorn was scattered around his shoes。 Khamel was not one to admire his handiwork。 He left the balcony； walked casually through the racks of magazines and devices in the lobby； then disappeared onto the sidewalk。
He drove the generic white Ford with Connecticut plates to Dulles； changed clothes in a rest room； and waited on his flight to Paris。
* * *
THE FIRST LADY was on the West Coast attending a series of five…thousand…dollars…a…plate breakfasts where the rich and pretentious gladly shucked out the money for cold eggs and cheap champagne； and the chance to be seen and maybe photographed with the Queen； as she was known。 So the President was sleeping alone when the phone rang。 In the great tradition of American Presidents； he had in years past thought of keeping a mistress。 But now it seemed so non…Republican。 Besides； he was old and tired。 He often slept alone when the Queen was at the White House。
He was a heavy sleeper。 It rang twelve times before he heard it。 He grabbed it and stared at the clock。 Four…thirty A。M。 He listened to the voice； jumped to his feet； and eight minutes later was in the Oval Office。 No shower； no tie。 He stared at Fletcher Coal； his chief of staff； and sat properly behind his desk。
Coal was smiling。 His perfect teeth and bald head were shining。 Only thirty…seven； he was the boy wonder who four years earlier had rescued a failing campaign and placed his boss in the White House。 He was a guileful manipulator and a nasty henchman who had cut and clawed his way through the inner circle until he was now second in mand。 Many viewed him as the real boss。 The mere mention of his name terrified lowly staffers。
〃What happened？〃 the President asked slowly。
Coal paced in front of the President's desk。 〃Don't know much。 They're both dead。 Two FBI agents found Rosenberg around 1 A。M。 Dead in bed。 His nurse and a Supreme Court policeman were also murdered。 All three shot in the head。 A very clean job。 While the FBI and D。C。 police were investigating； they got a call that Jensen had been found dead in some queer club。 They found him a couple of hours ago。 Voyles called me at four； and I called you。 He and Gminski should be here in a minute。〃
〃Gminski？〃
〃The CIA should be included； at least for now。〃
The President folded his hands behind his head and stretched。 〃Rosenberg is dead。〃
〃Yes。 Quite。 I suggest you address the nation in a couple of hours。 Mabry is working on a rough draft。 I'll finish it。 Let's wait until daylight； at least seven。 If not； it'll be too early and we'll lose much of our audience。〃
〃The press〃
〃Yes。 It's out。 They filmed the ambulance crew rolling Jensen into the morgue。〃
〃I didn't know he was gay。〃
〃Not much doubt about it now。 This is the perfect crisis； Mr。 President。 Think of it。 We didn't create it。 It's not our fault。 No one can blame us。 And the nation will be shocked into some degree of solidarity。 It's rally around the leader time。 It's just great。 No downside。〃
The President sipped a cup of coffee and stared at the papers on his desk。 〃And I'll get to restructure the Court。〃
〃That's the best part。 It'll be your legacy。 I've already called Duvall at Justice and instructed him to contact Horton and begin a preliminary list of nominees。 Horton gave a speech in Omaha last night； but he's flying in now。 I suggest we meet with him later this morning。〃
The President nodded with his customary approval of Coal's suggestions。 He allowed Coal to sweat the details。 He had never been a detail man himself。 〃Any suspects？〃
〃Not yet。 I don't know； really。 I told Voyles that you would expect a briefing when he arrived。〃
〃I thought someone said the FBI was protecting the Supreme Court。〃
Coal smiled wider and chuckled。 〃Exactly。 The egg is on Voyles' face。 It's quite embarrassing； really。〃
〃Great。 I want Voyles to get his share of the blame。 Take care of the press。 I want him humiliated。 Then maybe we can run his ass off。〃
Coal loved this thought。 He stopped pacing and scribbled a note on his legal pad。 A security guard knocked on the door； then opened it。 Directors Voyles and Gminski entered together。 The mood was suddenly somber as all four shook hands。 The two sat before the President's desk as Coal took his customary position standing near a window； to the side of the President。 He hated Voyles and Gminski； and they hated him。 Coal thrived on hatred。 He had the President's ear； and that was all that mattered。 He would bee quiet for a few minutes。 It was important to allow the President to take charge when others were present。
〃I'm very sorry you're here； but thanks for ing；〃 the President said。 They nodded grimly and acknowledged this obvious lie。 〃What happened？〃
Voyles spoke quickly and to the point。 He described the scene at Rosenberg's home when the bodies were found。 At 1 A。M。 each night； Sergeant Ferguson routinely checked in with the agents sitting in the street。 When he didn't show； they investigated。 The killings were very clean and professional。 He described what he knew about Jensen。 Broken neck。 Strangulation。 Found by another character in the balcony。 No one saw anything； evidently。 Voyles was not as gruff and blunt as usual。 It was a dark day for the Bureau； and he could feel the heat ing。 But he'd survived five Presidents； and he could certainly outmaneuver this idiot。
〃The two are obviously related；〃 the President said； staring at Voyles。
〃Maybe。 Certainly looks that way； but〃
e on； Director。 In two hundred and twenty years； we've assassinated four Presidents； two or three candidates； a handful of civil rights leaders； couple of governors； but never a Supreme Court Justice。 And now； in one night； within two hours； two are assassinated。 And you're not convinced they're related？〃
〃I didn't say that。 There must be a link somewhere。 It's just that the methods were so different。 And so professional。 You must remember； we've had thousands of threats against the Court。〃
〃Fine。 Then who are your suspects？〃
No one cross…examined F。 Denton Voyles。 He glared at the President。 〃It's too early for suspects。 We're still gathering evidence。〃
〃How'd the killer get into Rosenberg's place？〃
〃No one knows。 We didn't watch him go in； you understand？ Evidently； he was there for some time； hiding in a closet or an attic； maybe。 Again； we weren't invited。 Rosenberg refused to allow us into his home。 Ferguson routinely inspected the place each afternoon when the Justice arrived from work。 It's still too early； but we've found no evidence of the murderer。 None； except three bodies。 We'll have ballistics and autopsies by late this afternoon。〃
〃I want to see them here as soon as you have them。〃
〃Yes； Mr。 President。〃
〃I also want a short list of suspects by 5 P。M。 today。 Is that clear？〃
〃Certainly； Mr。 President。〃
〃And I would like a report on your security and where it broke down。〃
〃You're assuming it broke down。〃
〃We have two dead judges； both of whom were being protected by the FBI。 I think the American people deserve to know what went wrong； Director。 Yes； it broke down。〃
〃Do I report to you； or the American people？〃
〃You report to me。〃
〃And then you call a press conference and report to the American people； right？〃
〃Are you afraid of the scrutiny； Director？〃
〃Not one bit。 Rosenberg and Jensen are dead because they refused to cooperate with us。 They were very much aware of the danger； yet they couldn't be bothered。 The other seven are cooperating； and they're still alive。〃
〃For the moment。 We'd better check。 They're dropping like flies。〃 The President smiled at Coal； who snickered and almost sneered at Voyles。 Coal decided it was time to