traffic.
âThe greatest day of my trial life was when Joe Brill told me I had won my spurs as a trial lawyer.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âIn older days, to become a horse soldier, when you finally learned all there was to learn, you were presented with a pair of special spurs, the metal things that a rider wears on his boots when he rides a horse.â Tatiana nodded. âSo, after that first homicide case, Joe Brill told me I had won my spurs. I was so delighted to hear something like that from a lawyer like Joe Brill.â Sandro smiled at the happy thought. Tatiana, too, smiled. She reached for and rubbed Sandroâs hand.
âSorry about the race weekend,â he said, watching the road ahead.
â Nyet problem. We still have a weekend. Different place, thatâs all. Besides, Iâm not unhappy that you donât race. Itâs dangerous.â
âFun, though,â said Sandro.
They drove silently for a while. Tatiana turned toward Sandro. âHow many miles do you drive when you race?â she asked.
âYou mean around the track, how many miles do we usually go?â
âYes. In the whole weekend?â
âI donât know, two miles and a half around the track, ten laps in the race, is twenty five, and practice, a couple of sessions, that would make fifty more. I donât know exactly. Between fifty and a hundred.â
âHow fast do you go there?â
âAround the track?
âYes.â
âIt varies. Back straight, about a hundred twenty-five, turns less than that, average, about ninety, ninety-five.â
âHow many miles from that place to home?â she asked, pointing ahead toward New York.
âTwo hundred twenty five.â
âYou go more than a hundred miles an hour from there to here, so you have now more racing than all weekend. And tonight we have a wonderful meal, make love, and have a beautiful weekend in New York. Not bad.â
âNot bad at all, when you put it that way,â said Sandro.
The phone on the console rang. Sandro pressed a button, the radio automatically muted. âHello?â he said.
âSandro,â said the deep, resonant voice of Senator Joseph Galiber over the loudspeaker in the dashboard.
âHey, Big Joe, howâs it going?â
âYou donât care,â said the Senator pleasantly. State Senator Galiber was a tall, handsome, light-skinned black man who had graduated law school with Sandro. Years back, the Senator, who now represented a large district that covered about a third of the Bronx, had been the captain of the legendary City College basketball team. From time to time, Sandro helped write legislative bills for the Senator to introduce before the Senate.
âOf course I care. And donât say anything dirty, thereâs a lovely young woman listening to all of this.â
âAnybody I know?â said the Senator.
âTatiana.â
âHi Tatiana,â the Senator said. Sandro and Tatiana had had dinner a couple of times with the Senator and his wife. âStill havenât found out the real truth about this guy?â
âDonât start an international incident,â said Sandro. âThis beautiful woman is crazy about me.â
âHow are you, Senator?â said Tatiana.
âCall me Joe, Tatiana. And if you really cared, Sandro, you wouldnât leave me here in the salt mines, wondering if you finished polishing that drug bill. Iâm supposed to re-submit it Monday. Iâve already scheduled a press conference. A couple of the media people have asked my staff for an advance copy. Is it ready?â
âYou still in Albany?â said Sandro.
âIâm coming down this afternoon. I had a finance committee meeting this morning. The bill still has to be printed. One of the guys said I could fax it up to him and heâd work over the weekend and get it readyâif you get it to me, that
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