"Sure, I've got an idea. A crazy one, but an idea. I don't think he
wanted me because of the writing. I think he wanted me because I'm a
propagandist."
She scowled. "It still doesn't wash. There are lots of
propagandists--and why would he want a propagandist?"
Shandor's eyes narrowed. "Let's let it ride for a moment. How about his
files?"
"In his office in the State Department."
"He didn't keep anything personal at home?"
Her eyes grew wide. "Oh, no, he wouldn't have dared. Not the sort of
work he was doing. With his files under lock and key in the State
Department nothing could be touched without his knowledge, but at home
anybody might have walked in."
"Of course. How about enemies? Did he have any particular enemies?"
She laughed humorlessly. "Name anybody in the current administration. I
think he had more enemies than anybody else in the cabinet." Her mouth
turned down bitterly. "He was a stumbling block. He got in people's way,
and they hated him for it. They killed him for it."