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ties, including appointment to the coveted post of White House aide. It was where he wanted to bethe inner circle embracing Morgan Reese. |
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As Julius had requested, the pilot tipped the wing so he could get an unobstructed view of the White House. It sat like a piece of jewelry in the setting sun. |
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Two years had passed since Julius Wick had retired from his post as CEO of Walden Industries and had sold all his interests in the company, thereby avoiding any potential conflict-of-interest claims in his post as biotech czar. But he had not relinquished the Learjet. The plane was particularly handy when they wanted to get someplace without leaving a trail. For Julius and Claire, this was a roundtrip. But DeVoe and McDermott were being dropped off in Boston, where they would oversee the passing of papers and the setup of the pumping operation when the Hazzard property became theirs. |
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Julius's eye took in a line from the White House to the newly restored Old Senate Office Building, which housed the offices of his own Biotechnology Commission. He could just make out the west turret on the eighth floor and the bow of his office windows. He had been at his new post for less than a week, but his briefcase bulged with the red leather folder containing pending legislation regarding the patenting of new life forms. His review of the impact was his first major assignment. |
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"No complications?" Julius said, echoing Frank DeVoe. "You mean we got away with murder again." |
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Frank glanced at McDermott. "He made it look like an accident, Julius." |
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"An accident. We killed a twelve-year-old boy and call it an accident." |
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Frank DeVoe said nothing. He was tiring of all the self-righteous remorse, of Julius's pot-calling-the-kettle-black. If it weren't for him and his genocide geniuses, they wouldn't be in this mess. But it was Julius's plane, so he bit back the words. |
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"If it's any consolation, there weren't any innocent bystanders, as with the Wileys," offered McDermott. |
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"Some consolation," Julius said. "He set the boy on fire in his tree house. Your man's an animal." |
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DeVoe shrugged. "I didn't like it either. None of us did, but we've |
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