Game Over by Fern Michaels

We’re going to Maggie’s house. I figured it all out. I’m not going through this twice, so get a move on.”
    â€œYou want me to go to Maggie’s dressed like this?”
    â€œI hope you don’t expect me to carry you. Move it, Jack!”
    Jack picked up the cushion on the sofa and wedged his gun down into the back. He yanked at his ski jacket, hanging on the clothes tree by the front door, as he slid his bare feet into a pair of rubber boots sitting in the boot tray. “This damn well better be good, Harry. I’m holding you responsible if anyone breaks into my house while we’re at Maggie’s.”
    â€œDon’t you ever shut up?” Harry grumbled as he stomped his way from the house.
    â€œLook! You woke up the whole damn neighborhood,” Jack said as he waved his arms wildly about. “These good people are all worried about a home invasion, and it’s all your fault. Even Maggie has lights on.”
    The front door opened before either Jack or Harry could ring the doorbell. “You kick in my door, and your ass is grass, gentlemen,” Maggie remarked.
    Stunned, Harry looked at the fiery little redhead, who was glaring at him. “How’d you know I kicked in Jack’s door?”
    â€œI’m a reporter, that’s how. I had woken up to go to the bathroom, and I always look out the window when I’m peeing. Tough if that’s more than you need to know. I was going to call the police, until I recognized you. What are you doing here? Did someone die? Oh, I like your jammies, Jack.”
    â€œA gift from my aunt. That’s what I asked, and he didn’t answer me,” Jack said smugly. “He said he wasn’t going to repeat his story twice. Are you making breakfast?”
    â€œWhy didn’t you just kill him?” Maggie said to Jack as she shuffled to the kitchen. “You want breakfast, go to Denny’s. Coffee is all I’m offering. If whatever you came here for isn’t good, I’m going to plaster your faces all over the front pages of the Post and label you both terrorists. So, talk. I can listen while I’m making coffee.”
    Harry Wong was a stubborn man. He sat down and waited until Maggie settled herself next to Jack.
    â€œYoko called me a little while ago. I was meditating. What that means to you both is I was on a higher plane and receptive to all manner of universal messages, aside from what Yoko was calling me about. She told me about Charles’s visit to one Henry, also known as Hank, Jellicoe, who lives at the foot of the Allegheny Mountains in Pennsylvania. He owns and heads up Global Securities. The man has had the ear of several presidents, including the current one. It appears he has the run of the White House, and he confirmed to Charles that he and the president have a thing going on. Meaning an intimate thing. ”
    â€œYou woke me up and kicked in my door to tell me that? ” Jack snarled.
    Maggie looked appalled. “You should have killed him. That front page is almost a definite now, Harry.”
    Harry leaned back in his chair and glared at his two friends. “Am I the only one with a brain here? Why aren’t you getting it?”
    â€œGetting what?” Jack bellowed.
    â€œIt’s all a game! There is no Supreme Court appointment in the offing! It’s all a setup!”
    Maggie and Jack could only stare at Harry. Maggie found her tongue first. “And you’re basing this on the fact that Charles went to see the head of Global Securities and he’s maybe, sort of, kind of, sleeping with the president. Is that what you’re saying?” A vision of the booty she’d promised Abner Tookus danced behind her eyelids.
    Harry shook his head. “No. It was what happened when Charles returned to the mountain. Actually, Yoko said he was at the base of the mountain when he got a call from Jellicoe, who has a source, a stool pigeon if you will,