“Why are you here, Bill? You tell me that, Senator.”
“Honey, you seemed upset when you left, so I followed to see what was wrong. I still don’t know.”
The commotion outside the apartment interrupted his thoughts, a fear came over him. “Claire, I’m not going to play games with you anymore. Let me just be clear with you. Ok, Honey? Are you listening? We won’t have any more mishaps with people you care about if you just sign the pledge promising that you will vote with us on Friday.” He laughed. “I realize this may seem extreme to you, but I take my work very seriously and as you know, I’ve been assigned to encourage you to see this our way.” He turned around to see the rescue people running up the stairs. He had time for one last point to make, “Let’s see, Rachel Ross has become a pal of yours, hasn’t she?”
“Sir?” The patrolmen had their guns in hand, “Please step over to the side of the room, Sir.” And then to Claire, “Madam, are you the one that called?”
Claire was stunned, in shock. Any sounds of communication were locked inside. She nodded and pointed to the kitchen. She felt Bill’s arm around her, as if he was comforting her. Jerking, she looked at him wild-eyed.
A detective walked into the apartment in time to see her reaction to Bill, “Are you Claire Winslow? Senator, is everything ok in here?” He checked out Bill, then an expression of recognition came over him. “Senator Hancock, right?”
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