The senator had the grace to blanch, widening his eyes in alarm.
“Yes, you begin to see just how badly you’ve stepped in it, don’t you? That woman is not going to back down, not for you or God or anybody else. And word out there is,” he jerked his thumb toward the station Commons, “you’ve also managed to piss off Kit Carson. For God’s sake, Caddrick, you’d better not buy that drivel about Kit Carson being a washed up has-been, playing hotel manager and hiding from the world. That bastard is one dangerous old man. And he’s just as likely as the Inter-Temporal Court to start poking into your affairs, just to get even for threatening his station.”
“But—”
“Shut up, dammit!” He had to grab his temper in both hands to keep from cracking the idiot across the mouth with the back of his hand. “I told you to lay low, Caddrick, told you to keep your nose out of this! Playing choked up Daddy for the press cameras up time is one thing. Throwing your weight around TT-86 and threatening an armed takeover of a major time terminal . . . Jeezus H. Christ, Caddrick, I think you’ve actually started to believe your own biographers! Nobody, not even John Paul Caddrick, is that invincible.”
“What the hell was I supposed to do?” Caddrick snarled. “Sit around with my thumb up my ass while Jenna and that putrid little deviant Armstrong slipped back through this station with their evidence and took it straight to the FBI?”
Sid just looked at him, unable to believe the man’s colossal stupidity. “Slip back through the station?” he repeated softly. “Are you out of your mind? No, you have to be in possession of a mind, first, to be out of it. For your information, Armstrong and your misbegotten little girl won’t risk setting foot back on this station for the next year. Armstrong is nobody’s fool, Caddrick. That bastard’s given us the slip three times, already. There was never any danger of Armstrong or Jenna slipping back through this station with their evidence. Not before we could trace them and shut them up for good. Time was on our side, not theirs. But no, you had to stick your big, fat foot right in the middle of the biggest hornet’s nest I’ve ever seen, and smash it for good measure.”
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