The First Counsel by Brad Meltzer Page B

rest of the story. How Simon pulled over on Rock Creek Parkway. How he got out of his car carrying a manila envelope. How he climbed over the guardrail and disappeared up the embankment. And most important, once he was gone, what I found in the envelope. The only thing I leave out is Nora. And the cops. "When I saw the money, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. You have to imagine it: It's past midnight, it's pitch black, and there I am holding my boss's forty-thousand-dollar payoff. On top of all that, I could swear someone was watching me. It was like they were right over my shoulder. I'm telling you, it was one of the scariest moments of my entire life. But before I went and blew the whistle, I thought I should talk to someone first. That's why I came to you."
    I wait for a reaction, but she doesn't give one. Eventually, she asks, "Are you done?"
    I nod. "Yeah."
    She leans across the desk and picks up the cassette recorder. Her thumb flicks back and forth against the pause button. Nervous habit.
    "So?" I ask. "What d'you think?"
    Putting on her glasses, she doesn't look amused. "It's an interesting story, Michael. The only problem is, fifteen minutes ago, Edgar Simon was in this office telling me the exact same story about you. In his version, though, you were the one with the money." She crosses her arms and sits back in her chair. "Now do you want to start over?"

    Chapter 6
    Why would he say that?" I ask, panicking.
    "Michael, I don't know what kind of trouble you're in, but there's--"
    "I'm not in any trouble," I insist. My mouth goes dry and nausea washes over me. I can feel it in my stomach. It's all about to collapse. "I-I don't know what you're talking about. I swear . . . it was him. We saw him carrying the--"
    "Who's we?"
    "Huh?"
    "We. You just said we. Who else was with you, Michael?"
    I sit up straight in my seat. "No one was with me. I swear, I was all alone."
    Silence envelops the room and I can feel the weight of her judgment. "You really have balls, y'know that? When Simon came in here, he told me to take it easy on you. He figured you had problems. And what do you do? You lie to my face and blame it on him! On him of all people!"
    "Wait a minute . . . you think I'm making this up?"
    "I'm not answering that question." She brushes her hand against a stack of red file folders. "I've already seen the answer."
    In the world of vetting and background checks, a red folder means an FBI file. Instinctively, I check the name on the tab of the top file. Michael Garrick.
    My fists tighten. "You pulled my file?"
    "Why don't you tell me about your work on the new Medicaid overhaul--preserving Medicaid for criminals? It looks like a real crusade for you."
    There's a tone in her voice that stabs like a stick in the eye. "I don't know what you're talking about."
    "Don't insult me, Michael. We've been through this once before. I know all about him. Still a real proud poppa, huh?"
    I shoot out of my seat, barely able to control myself. She's pushing the wrong buttons. "Leave him alone," I growl. "He has nothing to do with this."
    "Really? It looks like a clear conflict of interest to me."
    "The only reason I'm on that issue is because Simon put the reference memo on my desk."
    "So you never thought about the fact that your father benefits from the program?"
    "He doesn't get the money; it goes straight to his facility!"
    "He benefits, Michael! You can rationalize all you want, but you know it's true. He's your father, he's a criminal, and if the program gets overhauled, he'll lose his benefits."
    "He's not a criminal!"
    "The moment you got this issue, you should've recused yourself. That's what the Standards of Conduct require and that's what you neglected to do! It's just like last time!"
    "That was different!"
    "The only thing different was that I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Now I know better."
    "So now you think I'm lying about Simon and the money?"
    "You know what they say: Like father, like son."
    "Don't