The note from the Follower wasn't there. He smoked two cigarettes and tried to clear his mind of what had happened in the courtroom. ' 'What?' 'Nothing. My other housemates at 889 East Broadway were Don Pogue and Bill Coleman.
At least, I did. I thought of Henry Fors when I worked to resolve POW/MIA cases as President and to help the Vietnamese find out what had happened to more than 300,000 of their people still unaccounted for. He explained that he had forgotten about the open house. I saw the same compulsion at work in peacetime when I was President, in my ideological battles with the Republican Congress and their allies.
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