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Mathis Cross, the hard-driving police commissioner, cleaned up a corrupt
city and a more corrupt police force. Taking Gen. Patton’s advice to
heart, his motto is ‘lead me, follow me, or get the hell out of my way’.
Given that the mayor appoints the police commissioner--not
surprisingly, Mathis has a keen interest in the upcoming mayoral
election. As do the wealthy politicos accustomed to running the city and
determined to get rid of Mathis Cross once and for all.
As her
sneering detractors declare, Gracie D’Amico hasn’t so much as run for
prom queen, much less mayor. Her shy demeanor makes her an unlikely
candidate at best. To his surprise, the abrasive, accomplished street
fighter finds himself drawn to the shy but principled candidate. Taking
a chance, Mathis put his powerful thumb on the scale, all but ensuring
her election.
When Gracie proves to be an accomplished
politician, the criminals who can't afford to lose, prepare to take her
down--permanently. In that only their nemesis, the police commissioner,
stands in their way, they decide both Gracie and Mathis will have to go.
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Excerpt:
“Still stalking me?”
Graciela whirled around and to her horror saw that the voice behind her was coming from him. Truly shocked, she started to back out of the Busy Bean Café. It was bad enough that the tall, imposing man was here, but the devilish twinkle in his biting blue eyes and his ironic grin confirmed that he actually thought she was stalking him.
She put up her hands as if to hold him at bay and stammered, “No . . . I’m not . . . really, I’m not.” Embarrassed at her confusion, she managed to say somewhat coherently, “I mean, I’m supposed to meet someone . . . I . . . I didn’t expect to see you.”
At his raised brow confirming that he didn’t believe her, she clenched her hands into tight fists at her sides and decided to take him on. She forced herself to speak firmly. “I know you think that I was colluding with my father yesterday to accidently meet you . . . to run into you . . . by surprise . . . ”
His sardonic smile said it all. “Hmm, now why would I think that?”
Seeing his wry amusement at her expense and knowing that she looked and sounded like an idiot, she was determined not to grovel. “Look, I know you think I’m a neophyte candidate and that I’m as brazen as my father. But . . . I’m not. I’m neither. I mean if I had wanted to meet you, which I didn’t, I wouldn’t have done it like that . . . ” Allowing her voice to trail off helplessly, she shook her head, trying to decide how quickly she could extricate herself from this impossible situation. At that moment, she heard Jake’s voice.
“There you are, Graciela. And I see you are with one of the most important people on the political landscape. Good for you.”
Graciela turned to see Jake Crenshaw striding toward her. Grinning at them, the blond-haired man carrying a briefcase reached for her hand and tugged her next to him. Then turning to Mathis, he said, “Good morning, Commissioner. What a pleasant surprise.” Glancing down at Gracie, he said, “I hope you’re planning to join Gracie and me for breakfast.”
“No!” Embarrassed at her near shout, Gracie shook her head and tried to contain her angst. “I mean, I’m not with the commissioner. We . . . we just ran into each other . . . ”
Jake started, then quickly recovered and said pleasantly, “I see. Well, perhaps another time then.” Turning back to Mathis, he said, “I’m hoping to convince Graciela to hire me to run her campaign. If she does, I will definitely want to seek your advice, Commissioner Cross.”
Mathis frowned slightly. “Well, she could do a hell of a lot worse than having you at the helm. Although I’m surprised. I know that you are not particularly partisan, but you certainly lean more to the right . . . ”
“You’re correct, sir. I’m not a partisan. And while some of Gracie’s views tilt more leftward than mine, surprisingly she is a reasonably balanced candidate.”
“Hmm, that’s good to hear. From what I understand of her positions, she runs to the left of AOC by several hundred degrees.”
Jake laughed. “Now, now, Commissioner, it’s not that bad. Besides, she and I haven’t had a chance to work on how best to position her views.”
Furious at the two of them discussing her as if she wasn’t there, Gracie shoved at Jake’s hand and stepped away. Pinning an icy smile on him, she said coolly, “And we won’t until I decide if I will hire you to manage my campaign. But please don’t let me interrupt your bonhomie. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll wait for you at our table, Jake.”
Clearly embarrassed, Jake quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, Gracie, it’s just that I don’t often get a chance to chat it up with the commish—”
Heading to the tables, she said over her shoulder, “Don’t let me stop you.” As she sailed past him, Mathis caught her arm and held her next to him. “Hey, don’t take out your pique on our friend here. I didn’t mean to interfere in your discussion. Not that you are looking for any advice from me, but as I said, you could do a hell of a lot worse than Jake Crenshaw. He’s a first-rate campaign manager.”
Shoving at his hand, she snapped, “You’re right. I’m not looking for advice from you. Nor do I intend to. And to be clear, I don’t have pique . . . or . . . never mind. If you’ll excuse us, please.”
“But of course.” He stepped back and smiled pleasantly at the flushed young man who was looking from one to the other of them, not hiding his concern. “Good to see you, Jake.” He added with a wink, “And good luck.”
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