"Homosoto? Chairman of OSO?" Scott shrieked. "You're out of your mind, no offense."
"I wish I were. Homosoto took over my company and killed Max."
* * * * *
The New Senate Office Building
Washington, D.C.
"The Senator will see you now," said one of Senator Deere's aides. Scott and Tyrone entered her office which was decorated more in line with a woman's taste than the heavy furniture men prefer. She stood to greet them.
"Gentlemen," Nancy Deere said shaking their hands. "I know that you're with the New York City Times, Mr. Mason. I took the liberty of reading some of your work. Interesting, controver- sial. I like it." She offered them chairs at an informal seat- ing area on one end of the large office.
"And you are?" she said to Ty. He told her. "I take it this is official?"
"At this point ma'am, we just need to talk, and get your reac- tions," Ty said.
"He's having labor management troubles." Scott thought that was the perfect diplomatic description.
"I see," Nancy said. "So right now this meeting isn't happening."