He did not know if he had been in the cell for hours or days when the light finally came on. The illumination from the fluorescent tubes was unnatural and uncomfortable. The light was too bright for his eyes, so he squinted until they could adjust, but they never did. Immediately after the lights a.s.saulted his eyes, a low hum to a.s.sail his ears.
He heard the revolting sound of steel sc.r.a.ping against steel as a narrow plate at the floor level of the cell's door slid open. A long, thin knife clattered loudly on the concrete as it was tossed through the opening. William recoiled as he heard the same deep voice as before.
"Do me a favor, hummingbird; off yourself so I don't have to."
In a moment of boldness that surprised even William, he stood up defiantly and shouted, "If I'm to be killed, let him who wants me dead do it himself!"
"It's not a man who wants you dead, babe; it's a woman."
His heart sunk and his stomach turned again. The woman's voice was all too familiar. He cried out as he pounded on the door, but they were already gone.
Senator Ames Indianapolis, Indiana Indianapolis was as close as the senator had been to Was.h.i.+ngton in months. He did not want to admit it, but to be honest, he was afraid of the east coast. In fact, he had every right to be; the urban areas throughout New England had become something out of a nightmare.
Murder rates in the cities had skyrocketed, riots and looting were rampant, people were starving and no one was safe. What made it even more dangerous for Ames was that people like him were being demonized for everything. The same experts who had borrowed and regulated the world into crisis were now blaming the peoples' woes on a lack of regulation and a fundamental ignorance of the way markets really worked. It was treasonous in his eyes. They had polarized the people. Those who held contrarian beliefs were not considered political opponents, they were now public enemies. The senator knew that one beat their opponents, but eliminated their enemies.
Ever since St. Ansgar, he had a new resolve; there would be an election, and they would win, or they would die trying. It did not matter if a man was rich or poor, black or white, from San Francisco or San Antonio, the truth was the truth. If a moral man was given the truth and was taught how to reason, he would choose correctly. He had to choose correctly. The senator's ideals were founded on that principle. Eventually, the people and they would realize their mistakes and correct them. He would take his message all the way to Was.h.i.+ngton. But if he did not make it there, then that was all part of a much greater plan and he cou
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