Splices of disjointed memories filled my thoughts: foremost among them, an older blonde woman sitting with Senator McFadden. I recalled wondering why it wasn’t his wife, the woman I’d met at the Sinful Threads dinner. The senator was looking at us—at me—with a darkened expression as we stood in the entryway to the club. His appearance was much different than the jovial senator and possible presidential candidate whom I had previously met. He wasn’t alone in staring ...