The Zero Game
Chapter One
I DON'T BELONG HERE. I haven't for years. When I first came to
Capitol Hill to work for Congressman Nelson Cordell, it was
different. But even Mario Andretti eventually gets bored driving two
hundred miles an hour every single day. Especially when you're going
in a circle. I've been going in circles for eight years. Time to
finally leave the loop.
"We shouldn't be here," I insist as I stand at the urinal.
"What're you talking about?" Harris asks, unzipping his fly at the
urinal next to mine. He has to crane his neck up to see my full
lanky frame. At six feet four inches, I'm built like a palm tree and
staring straight down at the top of his messy black hair. He knows
I'm agitated, but as always, he's the perfect calm in the storm.
"C'mon, Matthew, no one cares about the sign out front."
He thinks I'm worried about the bathroom. For once, he's wrong. This
may be the rest room right across from the Floor of the House of
Representatives, and it may have a sign on the door that says,
Members Only-as in Members of Congress ... as in them ... as in
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