hell.â
Jonas leaned forward and continued in a low, husky voice. âIt would seem that your choice is very simple: risk a return to prison or join us in creating Leonardo manuscripts that will bring make you financially independent.â
âYou were talking about honor, about trust. And now you talk about blackmail.â
Jonasâs voice became little more than a whisper.
âI detest the word âblackmail.â But I like the thought of a very painful and fatal accident even less.â
Chapter 3
âH ereâs to Ellie Shepard. May she enjoy fame, fortune, and happiness.â Steve Goldensen downed the champagne in a single swallow. He refilled the tall tulip-shaped glass and raised it as if to make another toast.
âNo . . . right words . . . wrong order. Hereâs to fortune, happiness, and fame. Or should happiness come first? And health, Steve. Shouldnât health be in there someplace?â Ellie asked, a cigarette in one hand, the other holding her champagne.
She giggled as she sipped. Her laughing stopped and she set the glass on the table and stared at it. Even with a frown spreading over her face, Eleanor Shepard was a stunningly beautiful woman. Long auburn hair contrasted with her pale, clear skin and her hazel eyes were flecked with strong green accents. Her lips were full and sensuous. âOh God, Steve, that sounds horribly selfish. Why canât I say the right words? I came to Washington with such dreams. Iâm the gal who was going to be the first female director of the FDA and after three years Iâve managed to become an expert on analgesics and skin ointments.â
He took her hand to his lips. âEllie, my sweet, you havenât lost that impetuous drive. You came with a thousand stars in that pretty head and expected Washington bureaucracy to bend to your will. It didnât and it wonât . . . not for you or anyone. Itâs all part of the fabric around here.â
Steve was right. Steve was always right, Ellie thought. She looked at his dark, handsome face.
âBut it has to change. This city will cave in from its own flab. If I donât run into sheer incompetency, I crash into idiotic mediocrity and thereâs mile after mile of both.â
âSo you re going to run away from it.â
âNo, Iâm not running. Thatâs not the way I do things. I was told that if I wanted to make a contribution, I should become involved. To get on
the inside. Well, Iâve done that. But Iâve become whatâs happening on the inside. Iâve become one of them, and I donât like it. All Iâve learned is how a single piece of this government worksâslowly, stupidly, expensively. The waste, Steve. The mountains of paper, the meetings, the endless hearings, the pompous asses.â
âHey, hold on. If you got rid of all that, youâd put us lawyers out of business.â
âThen they would have to hustle to earn an honest living. Is that so bad?â
âPoor choice of words.â
âIâm sorry if I offended you. I didnât mean you were being dishonest.â
âOf course you didnât. But youâre getting all hung up on feeling you must make a contribution. That things have to change. Ellie, itâs a lousy system but itâs the best there is.â
Ellie snuffed out her cigarette. âLook at me. Three years with the Food and Drug Administration and Iâm still smoking.â
âYouâre changing the subject.â
âI think we should. Weâre not being very happy right now.â
âI have a happy subject. Letâs get married.â He raised his glass. âNow.â
âSteve, I hoped you wouldnât bring that up tonight. I know you love meââ
âVery much.â
âYes, you love me very much. And I ... I love you, too. But itâs not the same kind of very much. Not so I can say yes.â
âHow far from