The Scandal and Carter O'Neill. Molly O'Keefe

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СКАЧАТЬ no way the city could finish that project with the limited tax money they had while the existing community centers were in such terrible shape. Never mind the fact that Jimmie Simpson was in low-income Beauregard Town where the programs offered by the center were at capacity and Glenview was over in up-and-coming Spanish Town, where there wasn’t nearly the demand for day care and after-school programs.

      He’d tried to explain this, but the message was never received and frankly, Carter was feeling like a broken record. A broken record speaking Swahili.

      The Glenview Community Center was this administration’s albatross. And, since Carter wanted to be voted in when the current mayor’s term was up next year, it was his giant hole-in-the-ground cross to bear. “As I’ve explained numerous times,” he said, “that project was spearheaded by a previous administration. And while it’s not currently a priority, we are looking into ways to complete the job.”

      What he couldn’t say, though everyone knew it to some degree, was that the previous administration had been so dirty, so backhanded and money hungry, that he still spent half his days trying to make right the terrible wrongs that the former mayor and his staff had perpetrated on this city. But Carter couldn’t say that. Nope, diplomacy was his task.

      “Well, why doesn’t your administration go fix that mess and leave this community center be?” Mrs. Vogler said, rallying the troops behind her.

      “Mrs. Vogler—may I call you Tootie?”

      “No.”

      His composure started to snap and fray.

      “Fine. Mrs. Vogler, we can’t leave this community center alone because this community center is falling down,” he cried, pointing to the chipped paint and flickering lightbulbs.

      “So,” Tootie said. “Fix what’s wrong. We’re not arguing that nothing needs to be done around here, but why are you tearing the whole thing down?”

      “Everything needs to be redone here. Plumbing, electrical, a new roof, a new pool. Part of the foundation was damaged during the storms six years ago and I’m telling you the truth—it will cost more to fix Jimmie Simpson, in the long run, than it will cost to rebuild it. I know your lives will be disrupted—”

      “I count on the day care here, Mr. O’Neill,” one of the mothers said, steely-eyed and angry. He’d blown it again. This wasn’t even part of his official job as mayor pro tempore, or president of City Council. He’d taken it on at the mayor’s behest, since the totally deserted and decimated Office of Neighborhoods and the overworked Parks and Rec department couldn’t do it. But now he was regretting it; he’d had more trouble with the public than any one man could handle.

      “Look,” he said, inwardly sighing and trying to start fresh. Again. “I’ve started this off on the wrong foot.”

      “I’d say,” Mrs. Vogler muttered, and he gritted his teeth.

      “The parks and recreation department,” who should be handling this mess, he thought but didn’t say, “are working to move your programs to other centers in the city.”

      “I don’t have a car, Mr. O’Neill,” a woman said. “It just won’t work!”

      “For you,” he said and then winced as everyone sucked in a scandalized breath. Backtrack, Carter. Backtrack. “This is going to be better for this neighborhood in the long run—”

      “And what would you know about Beauregard?” another woman asked, who he couldn’t see. She was short and in the back, but he caught a glimpse of black hair and pointy features. She looked like an elf.

      Great. He even had elves after him.

      Honestly, he wanted to go back to his office and get to work on the budget. Or poke himself in the eye with a pencil. Anything would be better than this.

      “Are there any more questions?” he asked, admitting defeat. “About things that haven’t already been covered?”

      “Yeah.” A young man, partially hidden behind Mrs. Vogler, stood and revealed himself. Blood instantly boiled behind Carter’s eyes.

      All he needed today was this.

      “No press,” he told Jim Blackwell, who, for a month, had been chasing him from function to function like a hound after a fox. And there wasn’t much farther Carter could run.

      “I’m just a concerned citizen, Deputy Mayor,” Jim said. Smarmy bastard. Carter’s title wasn’t Deputy Mayor; there wasn’t even a deputy mayor position in this city. But when Carter took over the neighborhood issue task force, the Gazette had run a political cartoon of him on the front page with a ten-gallon hat, shotgun and a deputy star. In the background, the mayor, as sheriff, snored at his desk.

      The deputy part of the joke had stuck.

      “Are you aware your father’s arraignment has been postponed?” Jim asked.

      The question drew whispers and gasps from the women in the crowd.

      “I do not discuss my family with the press,” he finally said, trying to keep what was left of his dignity in front of the suddenly wide-eyed crowd. He’d worked long and hard to put the Notorious O’Neills behind him, but his father’s arrest last month had stirred up all the old rumors.

      “I have a question.” It was the elf again, waving her arm in the back row, but Jim talked right over her.

      “Last month, your father was arrested in possession of The Pacific Diamond, which was initially part of the Ancient Treasures exhibit stolen from the Bellagio seven years ago. The Pacific Diamond, Ruby and Emerald were all taken.” Jim flipped his notes, putting on a heck of a show for the spellbound public. “One man was arrested at that time, a…Joel Woods, who had the emerald in his pocket. He served seven years, claiming all along that he’d worked alone.”

      “What is your point, Mr. Blackwell?” Carter asked, biting every word.

      “Well—” Jim smiled, looking around at the crowd he held in the palm of his hand “—this is interesting, though slightly off topic, but Joel Woods’s son is now dating your sister? Is that right?”

      Carter didn’t say anything.

      “Right, sorry, off topic. Back to your father. According to the D.A., they’re postponing the arraignment in order to reexamine your father’s involvement with the original theft. Both your parents were questioned during the initial investigation.”

      “Excuse me?” elf girl was saying, but Carter held up a hand, putting her off. Rude, he knew, but he had a fire to put out. A city-politics mosquito to slap down.

      “Whatever my father has or has not done, I’m sure will be handled by the appropriate authorities. I have no contact with him.”

      “What about your mother?”

      “My mother?” he asked, startled by the question.

      Don’t tell me she’s gone and gotten arrested, too.

      “I haven’t seen her in years.”

      “Would you say…ten?” Jim asked, consulting his notebook, and suddenly СКАЧАТЬ