But Patricia refused to surrender that easily, behaving like a queen who had just been insulted by ordinary peasants.
“Call Senator Robinson right now,” she ordered her son.
Gregory pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and quietly spoke into the receiver while his confidence steadily returned.
Within twenty minutes, two men dressed in matching gray suits entered the hospital, accompanied by a television reporter who appeared to know the perfect angle for every shot.
“Colonel Gardner,” one of the attorneys said, his voice smooth and oily, “we suggest you drop these defamatory accusations before you end up in a world of trouble with your superiors.”
The reporter lifted her camera, and Patricia’s smile finally returned.
That had always been their true weapon, not wealth or influence, but the fear of destroying someone’s reputation.
Abigail shrank deeper into her pillow, clearly frigh.ten.ed by the flashing cameras and the curious eyes surrounding her.
