Alston Corliss was yet another reason to worry about the senator. If a goddamned actor could ferret out that kind of evidence on the senator’s activities. . . .When this was over and done with, maybe it would be a good idea to bring about Caddrick’s political downfall. Do it subtly, so Caddrick would never suspect Gideon had orchestrated it. Yes, he’d have to look into that. Suggest it to Cyril Barris as a potential course of action for the future, after they’d culled everything useful they could from Caddrick’s position in government. Meanwhile, Noah Armstrong had somehow absconded with a copy of that goddamned, incriminating tape, the original of which they’d found and destroyed. Maybe Corliss had used the stinking Internet to send it, with streaming video technology. However he’d gotten the tape to Armstrong, out in California, it spelled certain disaster for their plans if they didn’t get it back before Armstrong found a way to contact the authorities.
Gideon knocked back the scotch and swore under his breath. Complications like this, he did not need. But he had the situation under control again, thank God, so all he had to do now was keep an eye on John Caddrick and make sure nothing else went wrong. If anything else did . . . Heads would by God roll. Gideon scowled. The senator had believed for years he was calling the shots. Fine. Let him. If Caddrick screwed up one more time, he’d find out the bitter truth, fast. It would almost be worth the trouble, to see the shock on his face.