ALL IN: Race for the White House (30 page)

“Are you sure?”

“That’s an order, you go see your mom and dad and relax for a change.”
 

“Thanks.”

“One thing I’d like to see is the look on your dad’s face when he sees you, I bet his jaw drops a few inches.”
 

“You mean ‘the Marilyn’?” Sandy giggled visualizing her dad’s face, “Silly.”

“Yeah, you were beautiful before, but now… I’m just saying—how’s his heart?”

“My daddy told me every day I was beautiful. My mom used to make him add ‘smart’. She’d say, ‘She’s pretty and smart, Daddy.’”
 

Sandy’s assistant Megan pops her head into the office. “Excuse me, but Jack, it’s the president on line one.”
 

“Do you want me to leave, Jack?” Sandy whispered.
 

“No, stay,” I said, pressing the speaker button.
 

“Good morning, Mr. President.”
 

“Hey, Jack, glad I could catch up with you. I hear you’re doing pretty well out there. Got the old girl on her toes, I see.”
 

“Yes, we have managed to do fairly well this time.”
 

“You definitely have all the celebrities with you, Jack.”

“Gil, I know you’re busy, why don’t you tell me what do you need?”
 

Sandy’s eyes showed surprise at my directness with the president. I knew Gil Barker to be a glad-hander. He could charm anyone to their face while secretly plotting their demise behind the scenes.
 

“I’m asking you to leave Iran alone, all your bullshit on the stump is stirring everybody up.”

“You make it easy, Gil; you’re heading us toward World War III over there. You’re going to wait and let Israel take matters into her own hands?”
 

“We have UN Inspectors going in.”
 

“With all due respect, Gil, they couldn’t find a pile of crap in an outhouse.”

“Let them do their work. It’s in our national interest.”

“They’ve been in before and we keep hearing the same thing, I warned. Those sites they’re always checking are decoys the real one must be underground somewhere. Gil do you actually think you can trust the Iranians not to pull one over on the UN?”

“Jack, the UN knows what they are doing.” I could hear the irritation growing in the president’s voice.

“Seventy million lives were lost in World War Two, half of them innocent civilians. What do you think happens if Israel launches an attack? They have the bomb and have threatened to use it, are you prepared to stand by and let that happen?”

“Jack, for this argument this one time, I wish you were in the hot seat. Let’s say it changes your perspective.”

“All I’m saying out there is that you should send in surgical strikes. No one will come after America the way they’ll retaliate against Israel.”
 

“I know what you’re saying; I don’t agree with you.”
 

“Then it will end badly with boots on the ground. Why don’t you take the afternoon Mr. President and visit Arlington? Every one of those crosses represents a young American who lost their lives because someone like you sent them into war.”
 

“You’re going too far, Jack, you’re making a lot of powerful people angry, people you don’t want to screw with.”

“People who want war to line their own pockets. They’ll send kids into battle but never fight themselves. Is that who you work for Gil?”

“Jack, it’s a good thing you have Secret Service Protection, you’ll need it.”

“Is that a threat, Mr. President?” Sandy was falling out of her chair.

“No… believe me, I want to run against you in the fall. I’m going to paint you into the biggest socialist that ever came down the pike.”

“Gil, there’s a stark contrast between us, let the voters decide.” Sandy was staring directly into my eyes, shaking her head and mouthing
Oh My God
in disbelief.
 

“Jack, the people you’re aiming at are worried about you. I mean opening up the surplus food supplies and eliminating speculation on oil. Are you nuts?”

“Have you ever worked with the homeless, Gil? Or visited with a father who can’t feed a hungry three-year-old child, her big, brown, watery eyes crying softly into a soiled blanket? Have you ever watched as a family piled into a barely operating minivan to go to sleep for the night? No room left in the shelter?”
 

“I can’t say I have, Jack.”

“You’ve got to get your head out of the sand. 50% of the people in this world live on less than two dollars a day. People are starving right under your nose.”

“Jack, save the shit for the debate. Or keep it up; you’ll take a bullet faster than you can say ‘Sirhan Sirhan.’”

“Gil, your warmth is disarming.”

“Jack, I’m going to level with you. It’s not the crowds like they probably told you. Believe me, the agency doesn’t break protocol because they’re worried about some teenage girl at a rock concert. The NSA picked up some chatter. The deal I’m going to offer is this: lay off Iran and you’ll get the full boat… helicopters, sharpshooters, protection for your family. The basic protection you’re scheduled for may save
you
from taking a bullet, but what if they kidnap one of your kids?”

“Gil, I’m going to enjoy taking the oath and then having you tour me through the White House. The funds for that library disappearing faster than the fake smile you flash for the cameras.”
 

“You bleeding heart liberals are all alike. I am trying to help you here, Jack.”
 

“You’re going to let Israel fight this battle?”

“Yes, we are. Whether you like it or not I’m still the president.”
 

I thought about Iran. There were enough people talking about it now to keep the heat on.

“I’ll take it, the whole ball of wax, Gil.”
 

“Consider it done then.”

The president ended the call. Sandy and I looked at each other still shaking our heads. My heart was racing and by the looks of it hers too. Finally, I found the words, “Wow… unbelievable.”

The one thing I could count on negotiating with a pro is you always have the fallback option of giving him what he wants, especially if he leaves you no other choice.
 

Sandy asked, “Did you hear a slight cringe in his voice when you mentioned the library?”

“Barely, it was almost like he wished I’d decline his offer.”

“That’s what I felt, too, Jack, eerie, I got the chills.”

“He’s one cool customer,” I said.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

I saw Sarah’s picture pop up on my cell. It was unusual for her to call in the morning. Our routine was to catch up around lunchtime.
 

Martha and Bethany both went to Leary School in Lincoln Heights. The school had a small population of 110 students in grades 3 through 12. We had chosen Leary for two main reasons, in addition to an excellent reputation the student teacher ratio was less than one to ten. The second and more important to me was that we could do everything for both girls in one place, drop off, parent- teacher conferences and school events were combined. It avoided us fragmenting our time in different dates and directions.
 

The agents had entered the school flashing badges. The two male agents asked to be shown to the girls’ classrooms so they could stand guard by each door. The third agent, Sally Rhine, explained to the office that she was assigned to the girls and would function as their direct liaison. Sally was the team leader for the group. The agency felt a young woman could interact with the girls, and they’d be more comfortable with her.
 

“Sarah, I got off the phone with the president less than an hour ago. I didn’t know this would happen so fast.”

“Jack, you told me the Secret Service was going to be joining us in Portland, Maine on Wednesday. You didn’t say anything about the girls and me. I figured that wouldn’t come until you were president.”
 

“Honey, we have no choice. The president called and offered us protection based on threats that made it to his attention. It was a ‘take it or leave it’ offer. I can’t take chances with you and the girls.”

“Oh, no… Did he tell you what kind of threats, Jack?”

“He didn’t, but with all the crackpots out there… it only takes one.”

“I understand, Sweetheart; I would have done the same. We definitely can’t let some crazy make good on a threat. Wow, I’m not used to this.”
 

“I’m sorry, Sarah.”

“Jack, I didn’t get a chance to tell you everything yet.”

“There’s more? What else is happening”?

“Well, where do I begin, we have a road block at both ends of the street. Our dining room is transforming into a command post while were talking. There are agents setting up who knows what all over the house.”

“I know you waited years to find exactly what you wanted for that room.”
 

“Don’t be ridiculous, I don’t care about the dining room. I want to be sure my girls and my husband are safe. That’s all that matters. Don’t worry, we talked about this.”

“Nothing this abrupt and intense, though, and this is much earlier than we planned.”
 

“There’s a funny part, Mr. Pickering called demanding an explanation.”
 

Pickering was the neighbor that everyone seems to have, the one who complains at the drop of a hat. I always tried to avoid him when walking Sophie, if he got my ear I’d have to be almost rude to get away.
 

“That pain in the butt, what happened?”

“Well, apparently he’d gone out to walk his dog, and when he tried to get back to the house he was stopped and asked for identification.”
 

“Good, we’ve put up with his silver spoon lazy ass complaining for years.”

“I know right? The thing was he didn’t bring his wallet. An agent had to walk him home to check his id. He was furious. It’s wall to wall Secret Service here, Jack, there must be twenty agents between the house and the street.”

“Honey, the protection we were originally scheduled for was nothing compared to this. The president escalated this to full scale, basically the same as a visiting foreign head of state. Remember the summer in New York with Netanyahu.”

“Oh my God, Jack. You’re serious, why would he do that?”

“Look around you, it’s done.”

“Jack, you didn’t answer, why would Barker give you all this protection?”

“It’s complicated I think, I’ve definitely got some enemies or they wouldn’t go to all this trouble.”

“Jack, this has gotta be overkill.”

“Barker said he wants to run against me.”

“He’s an ass; he’s trying to get into your head.”

“We’ve got this, huh, Sarah?”

“There is a bright side to this.”

“That’s why I love you so much, what is it?”

“You know how worried sick, I get about my cousin’s driving?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, now Veronica won’t have to drive the girls to school while we’re in Maine. Agent Sally told me on the phone the Secret Service will be taking them from now on.”

Veronica at twenty-seven was Sarah’s youngest cousin on her father’s side of the family. We all laughed along when she made fun of herself for being a perennial student still working on a degree in art history. The girls loved her and she was always our first choice to babysit.
 

“She’ll love all the attention, she’ll probably volunteer to move in and watch them for the rest of the campaign. Won’t that be nice, Jack?”

“Funny, Sarah. Maybe for the first few days.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

The day had finally arrived and Sarah and I were on approach to the Portland International Jetport. We agreed that going up to Maine for the primary would be a vacation break for the two of us. We were alone on the plane except for our usual pilot Ben and the one concession seated next to him, a Secret Service co-pilot. I assumed in case Ben had a heart attack or went crazy or something. Bob had bargained with me to have at least one armed-agent on board.
 

I had met Bob Sheppard, the Agent in Charge of our detail the same day Sarah had called about all the commotion going on at home. Bob was a no-nonsense guy who’d been with the agency for years. I’m a pretty good judge of people, and while I’d only known Agent Sheppard for a few days, I felt he was genuinely concerned for our safety. He received hourly updates from Agent Sally, who, along with two other agents, never left the girls.

Our deal was struck when Agent Sheppard asked to meet with me alone back at campaign headquarters. He came into the office in official mode asking for my complete cooperation. Adding he would need to know the complete itinerary for our trip to Maine.
 

“Senator, we can’t do our job if we don’t have agents set up in advance of your arrival. We need several days of preparation to ensure your safety on the road.”
 

“Bob, hold up, I promised my wife a vacation, you don’t want to spoil this for us?”

“Senator, I have worked with the agency for seventeen years and I never once compromised on protocol.”
 

“I know you mean well, but we are going to travel freestyle in Maine. There’s so much to see and it’s our second home up there.”
 

“You have three residences, Sir.”

“Lighten up Joe Friday,” I explained that while we were in Maine the basic plan was to end up in Sebago at the tail end of our visit before returning to Washington.”
 

“We will need the specific itinerary senator to do our job effectively, Bob pressed.

He confided his dream was to be promoted to agent in charge of the President of the United States and he had no intention of marring his perfect record.”
 

“Bob, I’ve met dozens of guys like you over the years. Your intentions are good, you do what you’re told, but his vision was myopic.”
 

“Sir?” Bob looked puzzled.

“Bob, I’m going to come and go by jet and meet up with the buses, I’m not going to be trapped at every stop with a press starving for anything that might pass for a story.”