THE OFFER WAS FULL PAY UNTIL THE END OF THE YEAR. I WAS SIMPLY to leave. I could go to Hawaii, Costa Rica, France, anywhere that it looked like I was continuing my investigation.
Nobody would mention my involvement in Jamie’s shooting or the Palm Beach rape. Six weeks from now, with Mitch safely reelected, he would prepare an excellent letter of recommendation, and by January I should have landed myself a new job, preferably quite far away.
There was no contract, nothing in writing. I was simply to tell Dick okay.
I told him.
It was hard to determine if he was disappointed.
I know we did not shake hands.