Bob Woodwind

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All the Maestro's Men

Nine o'clock on a Saturday morning. Early for the phone. Woodwind snapped awake. It was the city desk. There had been some kind of burglary at Democratic Party headquarters. There was speculation in the newsroom that the White House, even the President himself, might be implicated. Perhaps some kind of botched spy job by an extra-legal intelligence operation in the White House basement. The desk wanted Woodwind, the paper's investigative ace, to check some of his police sources. Ridiculous, Woodwind thought, hanging up the phone. He knew the President well. Only that week, he had been at an intimate dinner with the President, the Chairman of the Fed, the CEO of Citicorp, the Treasury Secretary, and two influential senators from the Foreign Relations and Armed Services committees. The President had more important things on his mind, Woodwind knew. Key changes in America's China policy, for starters. Besides, grubby police work was what aspiring investigative...