Capital Crimes
Chapter One
Senator Frederick Wallace of South Carolina rose at
dawn from the bed in the lakeside cabin that he had shared
with his African-American lover for more than twenty years.
He went into the bathroom and relieved himself noisily. His
lover, Elizabeth Johnson, liked to sleep later than he.
Freddie and Elizabeth had produced two sons early in
their relationship, both of whom were enrolled in Ivy League
universities. Freddie's wife, Betty Ann, disliked coming back
to Chester, their putative home, preferring the social life and
shopping of Washington, D.C., which made it easy for Freddie
to make weekend trips back to South Carolina, ostensibly
for constituent services. He did a bit of that, of course, but
mostly he and Elizabeth did each other. It was the only completely
satisfying sexual relationship of his entire life, and he
cherished it above everything else in his existence, except his
status as a conservative Republican U.S. senator. Since he was
a politician, the hypocrisy of his position weighed lightly
upon him. Once, a couple of years before, someone had found
out and had tried to expose the relationship, but Freddie had,
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