I met the neighboring mayor at the diner where he expressed his continued distrust for our office, especially our boss, not the writer who had left to become personal aide to the Virgin Mayor.
“She was only doing what your boss told her to do,” the neighboring mayor told me. “And your boss is getting her directions from (the Private Eye), who hates me because I couldn’t make his police chief.”
The Neighboring Mayor had been under pressure to pick a black police chief. The Private Eye had been deputy chief, but didn’t have the qualifications to become chief, even if he’d been black. Paid by the Senator to find dirt on the Neighboring Mayor, the Private Eye eventually found enough dirt to bring down the Black Police Chief but could only find petty stuff on the Neighboring Mayor – but not for want of trying, using our office and the local Web Man to do so.
The Neighboring Mayor might have felt different about her had he heard all the horrible stuff she had said about him in our staff meetings, calling him corrupt and saying he had a love child stashed in one of the housing authority buildings, an underage girl, none of which she could prove, but most likely part of the talk that went on with RR and his cohorts in the neighboring town.
When I raised concerns about such statements, she ceased bringing up these ideas at the staff meetings and met with the owner privately to discuss them.
Now, however, with her moving on, she seemed of no more concern about her. Rumors, however, suggested that the clan led by Joey D had her calling around the county looking for dirt on the Virgin Mayor’s political enemies, and perhaps even expounding on the dirt she’d already dug up about the Neighboring Mayor.
I asked the Neighboring Mayor if he had concerns about RR being named deputy mayor under the Virgin Mayor.
He really didn’t answer the question, which I took as yes, but a qualified yes, as part of a payoff to RR to keep him quiet, I thought.
I also thought, it wouldn’t work.
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