"Back in Arkansas, he was his closest friend. Then, after he got caught up in a sex scandal and bribery allegations, he pushed Sedrick to the surface and pinned all the blame on him. You're his aide; you should know better than I just how innocent he was. Do you remember where he is now?"
Albert Gore spread his hands. "Dead, stabbed with a toothbrush in Rikers Island Prison, three days before he was scheduled to appear in court."
As he spoke, he leaned forward. "For those he deems useless, he never leaves loose ends!"
Angel's mind was in turmoil. As a confidant, of course, he knew all the things Clinton had done. He was a participant then, but now... he might find himself becoming a victim, and that left him at a loss for what to do.
"Leave yourself an escape route!"
The Vice President stood up, patted him on the shoulder, pressing hard, his tone deep and cryptic. Then, cigarette dangling from his lips and shaking his head, he walked out of the room to his own quarters.
