Anthony Sacco

The China Connection Anthony Sacco

Warren Jenkins Carswell, an unlit cigar clenched between his teeth, was pacing the Oval Office. Seated around his desk were Bruxton Linley, Donald Fallon, Chairman of the National Committee, Vice-President Alston Gordon, and John Stanley, Gordon's Chief of Staff.

"The money's flowing to them from all sectors, Mr. President," Fallon was saying. "From individuals, and from both small and large businesses. They've raised almost twenty mil already, and the election's still eleven months off. They've even been making inroads among the rank-and-file members of the Teamster's Union."

"What have we raised so far?" Carswell returned to his desk and sat.

"We're still paying off our debt from the '94 elections. Six million to go before we break even," Fallon responded bleakly.

Carswell's eyes darted from Fallon to Linley and back. "If they keep goin' like this, they'll make big gains in the House."

"Might even take over the Senate," Gordon observed dryly.

Carswell noted that the blood had drained from Gordon's face. Al's worried. He's been a politician for over thirty years and he expects to be president after I finish my second term. But for that to happen, I have to first win a second term.

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