Two days before the elder Bush's Presidential inauguration, aging spy Steady Haynes, in town for the inauguration and for the Iran-Contra trial of Ollie North, dies of natural causes. A deadly fight erupts for control of Steady's unseen memoirs, which threaten to reveal the Cold War's dirty secrets.
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St. Martin's Griffin
December 18, 2003
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Excerpt from Twilight at Mac's Place by Ross Thomas
Shortly after the death of the failed Quaker, Steadfast Haynes, the Central Intelligence Agency received a telephoned blackmail threat that was so carefully veiled and politely murmured it could have been misinterpreted as the work of some harmless crank.
But it wasn't misinterpreted. And it was solely because of this vague threat to reveal what Haynes had really done while serving as an occasional agency hire in Africa, the Middle East, Central America and Southeast Asia that the Department of Defense, after much grumbling, gave in to CIA pressure and ordered the Army to bury him at Arlington National Cemetery with standard military honors.
Steadfast Haynes was fifty-seven when he died at 11:32 P.M. on January 19, the night before the inauguration of the nation's forty-first President. He died in bed on the fourth floor of the Hay-Adams Hotel in a $185-a-night room that commanded a fine view of the White House. He died quietly, even discreetly, much as he had lived, and the thirty-three-year-old woman who lay next to him when he died was a former Agence France-Presse correspondent and old friend who knew just whom to call and what to do.
Her first call was to Paris and lasted a little more than four minutes. Her second call was to the front desk to notify the hotel that Haynes was dead. Her third call was to the robbery and homicide division of the Los Angeles Police Department.
After this third call was finally transferred to Sergeant Virgil Stroud, she identified herself and, speaking in tones both formal and slightly accented, asked for Detective Granville Haynes in order to inform him of his father's death.
"That's not bad," Sergeant Stroud said.
"I mean we had one guy call yesterday, maybe the day before, that had to talk to Granny because he was Granny's identical twin and dying of leukemia and needed a bone marrow transplant."
After a moment of hesitation, she said, "There is no twin brother."
"Yeah. I know. But you'd be surprised what people will say to get to him." This time it was Sergeant Stroud who hesitated. "Or maybe you wouldn't. Be surprised."
"Something's happened to him -- is that it "
"That's it all right. He won the lottery three weeks ago and quit us the next day."
"I still need his home telephone number."
Sergeant Stroud used a chuckle to say good-bye and end the call.