Rage Of Angels Part 31
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Jennifer planned Joshua's first birthday party as though it were being given at the White House. On Sat.u.r.day she shopped for gifts. She bought Joshua clothes and books and toys, and a tricycle he would not be able to use for another year or two. She bought favors for the neighbors' children she had invited to the party, and she spent the afternoon putting up streamers and balloons. She baked the birthday cake herself and left it on the kitchen table. Somehow, Joshua got hold of the cake and grabbed handfuls of it and crammed it into his mouth, ruining it before the other guests arrived.
Jennifer had invited a dozen children from the neighborhood, and their mothers. The only adult male guest was Ken Bailey. He brought Joshua a tricycle, a duplicate of the one Jennifer had bought.
Jennifer laughed and said, "That's ridiculous, Ken. Joshua's not old enough for that."
The party only lasted two hours, but it was splendid. The children ate too much and were sick on the rug, and fought over the toys and cried when their balloons burst, but all in all, Jennifer decided, it was a triumph. Joshua had been a perfect host, handling himself, with the exception of a few minor incidents, with dignity and aplomb.
That night, after all the guests had left and Joshua had been put to bed, Jennifer sat at his bedside watching her sleeping son, marveling at this wonderful creature that had come from her body and the loins of Adam Warner. Adam would have been so proud to have seen how Joshua had behaved. Somehow, the joy was diminished because it was hers alone.
Jennifer thought of all the birthdays to come. Joshua would be two years old, then five, then ten and twenty. And he would be a man and he would leave her. He would make his own life for himself.
Stop it! Jennifer scolded herself. You're feeling sorry for yourself. You're feeling sorry for yourself. She lay in bed that night, wide awake, reliving every detail of the party, remembering it all. She lay in bed that night, wide awake, reliving every detail of the party, remembering it all.
One day, perhaps, she could tell Adam about it.
32.
In the months that followed, Senator Adam Warner was becoming a household word. His background, ability and charisma had made him a presence in the Senate from the beginning. He won a place on several important committees and he sponsored a piece of major labor legislation that pa.s.sed quickly and easily. Adam Warner had powerful friends in Congress. Many had known and respected his father. The consensus was that Adam was going to be a presidential contender one day. Jennifer felt a bittersweet pride.
Jennifer received constant invitations from clients, a.s.sociates and friends to dinner and the theater and various charity affairs, but she refused almost all of them. From time to time she would spend an evening with Ken. She enjoyed his company immensely. He was funny and self-deprecating, but beneath the facade of lightness, Jennifer knew, there was a sensitive, tormented man. He would sometimes come to the house for lunch or dinner on weekends, and he would play with Joshua for hours. They loved each other.
Once, when Joshua had been put to bed and Jennifer and Ken were having dinner in the kitchen, Ken kept staring at Jennifer until she asked, "Is anything wrong?"
"Christ, yes," Ken groaned. "I'm sorry. What a b.i.t.c.h of a world this is."
And he would say nothing further.
Adam had not tried to get in touch with Jennifer in almost nine months now, but she avidly read every newspaper and magazine article about him, and watched him whenever he appeared on television. She thought about him constantly. How could she not? Her son was a living reminder of Adam's presence. Joshua was two years old now and incredibly like his father. He had the same serious blue eyes and the identical mannerisms. Joshua was a tiny, dear replica, warm and loving and full of eager questions.
To Jennifer's surprise, Joshua's first words had been car-car car-car, when she took him for a drive one day.
He was speaking in sentences now and he said please please and and thank you. thank you. Once, when Jennifer was trying to feed him in his high chair, he said impatiently, "Mama, go play with your toys." Once, when Jennifer was trying to feed him in his high chair, he said impatiently, "Mama, go play with your toys."
Ken had bought Joshua a paint set, and Joshua industriously set about painting the walls of the living room.
When Mrs. Mackey wanted to spank him, Jennifer said, "Don't. It will wash off. Joshua's just expressing himself."
"That's all I I wanted to do," Mrs. Mackey sniffed. "Express myself. You'll spoil that boy rotten." wanted to do," Mrs. Mackey sniffed. "Express myself. You'll spoil that boy rotten."
But Joshua was not spoiled. He was mischievous and demanding, but that was normal for a two-year-old. He was afraid of the vacuum cleaner, wild animals, trains and the dark.
Joshua was a natural athlete. Once, watching him at play with some of his friends, Jennifer turned to Mrs. Mackey and said, "Even though I'm Joshua's mother, I'm able to look at him objectively, Mrs. Mackey. I think he may be the Second Coming."
Jennifer had made it a policy to avoid any cases that would take her out of town and away from Joshua, but one morning she received an urgent call from Peter Fenton, a client who owned a large manufacturing firm.
"I'm buying a factory in Las Vegas and I'd like you to fly down there and meet with their lawyers."
"Let me send Dan Martin," Jennifer suggested. "You know I don't like to go out of town, Peter."
"Jennifer, you can wrap the whole thing up in twenty-four hours. I'll fly you down in the company plane and you'll be back the next day."
Jennifer hesitated. "All right."
She had been to Las Vegas and was indifferent to it. It was impossible to hate Las Vegas or to like it. One had to look upon it as a phenomenon, an alien civilization with its own language, laws and morals. It was like no other city in the world. Huge neon lights blazed all night long, pro-claiming the glories of the magnificent palaces that had been built to deplete the purses of tourists who flocked in like lemmings and lined up to have their carefully h.o.a.rded savings taken away from them.
Jennifer gave Mrs. Mackey a long and detailed list of instructions about taking care of Joshua.
"How long are you going to be away, Mrs. Parker?"
"I'll be back tomorrow."
"Mothers!"
Peter Fenton's Lear jet picked Jennifer up early the next morning and flew her to Las Vegas. Jennifer spent the afternoon and evening working out the details of the contract. When they finished, Peter Fenton asked Jennifer to have dinner with him.
"Thank you, Peter, but I think I'll stay in my room and get to bed early. I'm returning to New York in the morning."
Jennifer had talked to Mrs. Mackey three times during the day and had been rea.s.sured each time that little Joshua was fine. He had eaten his meals, he had no fever and he seemed happy.
"Does he miss me?" Jennifer asked.
"He didn't say," Mrs. Mackey sighed.
Jennifer knew that Mrs. Mackey thought she was a fool, but Jennifer did not care.
"Tell him I'll be home tomorrow."
"I'll give him the message, Mrs. Parker."
Jennifer had intended to have a quiet dinner in her suite, but for some reason, the rooms suddenly became oppressive, the walls seemed to be closing in on her. She could not stop thinking about Adam.
How could he have made love to Mary Beth and made her pregnant when...
The game Jennifer always played, that her Adam was just away on a business trip and would soon return to her, did not work this time. Jennifer's mind kept returning to a picture of Mary Beth in her lace negligee and Adam...
She had to get out, to be somewhere where there were noisy crowds of people. Perhaps Perhaps, Jennifer thought, I might even see a show. I might even see a show. She quickly showered, dressed and went downstairs. She quickly showered, dressed and went downstairs.
Marty Allen was starring in the main show room. There was a long line at the entrance to the room for the late show, and Jennifer regretted that she had not asked Peter Fenton to make a reservation for her.
She went up to the captain at the head of the line and said, "How long a wait will there be for a table?"
"How many in your party?"
"I'm alone."
"I'm sorry, miss, but I'm afraid-"
A voice beside her said, "My booth, Abe."
The captain beamed and said, "Certainly, Mr. Moretti. This way, please."
Jennifer turned and found herself looking into the deep black eyes of Michael Moretti.
"No, thank you," Jennifer said. "I'm afraid I-"
"You have to eat." Michael Moretti took Jennifer's arm and she found herself walking beside him, following the captain to a choice banquette in the center of the large room. Jennifer loathed the idea of dining with Michael Moretti, but she did not know how to get out of it now without creating a scene. She wished fervently that she had agreed to have dinner with Peter Fenton.
They were seated at a banquette facing the stage and the captain said, "Enjoy your dinner, Mr. Moretti, miss."
Jennifer could feel Michael Moretti's eyes on her and it made her uncomfortable. He sat there, saying nothing. Michael Moretti was a man of deep silences, a man who distrusted words, as though they were a trap rather than a form of communication. There was something riveting about his silence. Michael Moretti used silence the way other men used speech.
When he finally spoke, Jennifer was caught off guard.
"I hate dogs," Michael Moretti said. "They die."
And it was as though he was revealing a private part of himself that came from some deep wellspring. Jennifer did not know what to reply.
Their drinks arrived and they sat there drinking quietly, and Jennifer listened to the conversation they were not having.
She thought about what he had said: I hate dogs. They die. I hate dogs. They die. She wondered what Michael Moretti's early life had been like. She found herself studying him. He was attractive in a dangerous, exciting way. There was a feeling of violence about him, ready to explode. She wondered what Michael Moretti's early life had been like. She found herself studying him. He was attractive in a dangerous, exciting way. There was a feeling of violence about him, ready to explode.
Jennifer could not say why, but being with this man made her feel like a woman. Perhaps it was the way his ebony black eyes looked at her, then looked away from her, as though fearful of revealing too much. Jennifer realized it had been a long time since she had thought of herself as a woman. From the day she had lost Adam. It takes a man to make a woman feel female, It takes a man to make a woman feel female, Jennifer thought, Jennifer thought, to make her feel beautiful, to make her feel wanted. to make her feel beautiful, to make her feel wanted.
Jennifer was grateful he could not read her mind.
Various people approached their booth to pay their respects to Michael Moretti: business executives, actors, a judge, a United States senator. It was power paying tribute to power, and Jennifer began to feel a sense of how much influence he wielded.
"I'll order for us," Michael Moretti said. "They prepare this menu for eight hundred people. It's like eating on an airline."
He raised his hand and the captain was at his side instantly. "Yes, Mr. Moretti. What would you like tonight, sir?"
"We'll have a Chateaubriand Chateaubriand, pink and charred."
"Of course, Mr. Moretti."
"Pommes soufflees and an endive salad." and an endive salad."
"Certainly, Mr. Moretti."
"We'll order dessert later."
A bottle of champagne was sent to the table, compliments of the management.
Jennifer found herself beginning to relax, enjoying herself almost against her will. It had been a long while since she had spent an evening with an attractive man. And even as the phrase came into Jennifer's mind, she thought, How can How can I think of Michael Moretti as attractive? He's a killer, an amoral animal with no feelings. I think of Michael Moretti as attractive? He's a killer, an amoral animal with no feelings.
Jennifer had known and defended dozens of men who had committed terrible crimes, but she had the feeling that none of them was as dangerous as this man. He had risen to the top of the Syndicate and it had taken more than a marriage to Antonio Granelli's daughter to accomplish that.
"I telephoned you once or twice while you were away," Michael said. According to Ken Bailey, he had called almost every day. "Where were you?" He made the question sound casual.
"Away."
A long silence. "Remember that offer I made you?"
Jennifer took a sip of her champagne. "Don't start that again, please."
"You can have any-"
"I told you, I'm not interested. There's no such thing as an offer you can't refuse. That's only in books, Mr. Moretti. I'm refusing."
Michael Moretti thought of the scene that had taken place in his father-in-law's home a few weeks earlier. There had been a meeting of the Family and it had not gone well. Thomas Colfax had argued against everything that Michael had proposed.
When Colfax had left, Michael had said to his father-in-law, "Colfax is turning into an old woman. I think it's time to put him out to pasture, Papa."
"Tommy's a good man. He's saved us a lot of trouble over the years."
"That's history. He doesn't have it anymore."
"Who would we get to take his place?"
"Jennifer Parker."
Antonio Granelli had shaken his head. "I told you, Michael. It ain't good to have a woman know our business."
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