Chapter 8

“Not enough to make a difference. I think there were something like twenty-seven copies sold of my last book, and I’m almost certain that my mother bought twenty-five of them.”

“Surely you exaggerate,” he said with a smile.

“Only a little. Obscure tomes on obscure topics are hardly the stuff of best sellers. At best, they wind up gathering dust on forgotten shelves in libraries.”

“Point taken,” he said. “So what are you going to do now?”

“Now we wait. Because of Col. Richardson’s Pentagon connection, we’re going to see if someone in the intelligence community will look into this matter for us. I just wanted you to know that if an apparently incriminating photograph of myself somehow lands in your mailbox, there’s more to the story than meets the eye.”

“The best defense being a good offense,” he said.

“Just so,” I said, thinking, Especially when dealing with Jesuits