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  1. Topher Lydon
    He'd received the call minutes after he had dropped Will off. He had raced as best he could through the congested traffic, his Mustang weaving between cars, as he shifted through the gears, his eyes scanning for gaps in the flow of traffic. There was a detour being set up around an entire section of the highway that had been shut down due to the accident. And Andrew had swept the Mustang onto the emergency lane, ignoring the irritated honks of motorists as he swept past them. The police
  2. Topher Lydon
    The car that met her coming down from her office was one of the old Mercedes. Her regular car had apparently broken down overnight and had been taken to the mechanics. It meant she had to take one of the regular cars but that didn't bother her much; she preferred the lines of the old Mercedes over the Lincolns, they looked more stately in her opinion. She nodded to Kyle, her usual driver, who was smiling as he held the door open for her. She handed him her briefcase as she got into the b
  3. Topher Lydon
    CSIS, mysterious in the fact that it is an agency that protects secrets, has recruited a new star. But when Officer Highmore discovers Will Carter’s name on a hit list carried by a spy, he must work out a way to protect the man he loves. The problem is, he isn’t allowed to tell him. While Will endeavours to play a political gambit in an attempt to stay out of a corrupt war for oil, Andrew steps up to the plate and does the one thing he knows how to do well. Protect Will.
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    A red-painted barn flew past the window, as he sat watching the world race past the train. Rain blew so hard that it was flew horizontally past him in a sky so dark that he would have sworn it was the dead of night were it not for his watch telling him it was the middle of the afternoon. His fingers rested lightly against his jaw line as he stared, his mind drifting across the reasons for this journey. A promise to a dying old man had cast him halfway around the world to bring a message
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    He had a week, the all-important final week till the polls opened to decide his fate. Will scrubbed his tired eyes behind his glasses as he tried to focus on the poll figures Alicia had left him on his desk. It was crawling past the reasonable hour for going to sleep and approaching very late. Most of the volunteers had gone home for the night leaving the constituency office quiet and nearly deserted. There was only Brody, sitting over at his desk tapping a pencil, feet up on his desk, t
  6. Topher Lydon
    "You gave a good speech the other day," the Mayor said, drawing the conversation back around to business. "One of our biggest concerns is the traffic situation here in Toronto." Will nodded. "I understand that all too well," he smiled. "I used to work down on Front Street and congestion first thing in the morning was murder; I definitely don't recommend the Don Valley in rush hour." He grew serious, "I meant what I said though; Toronto needs additional funds for its infrastructure."
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    The speeches were over, the polls had closed. The results had been tallied. After weeks of campaigning, sweating, shaking hands and kissing babies Will could stand at the podium the newly elected Representative of Toronto-Centre. The results had been a landslide, from the start poll after poll had returned an overwhelming majority in his favour. It was stunning to watch, the next closest behind him, Edward Prout had less than half the votes Will had, and the conservative Candidate Kelly
  8. Topher Lydon
    Will walked into the hall; in a few days his riding went to the polls. It was down to those last crucial days and his opponents were fighting hard to catch up. But the real test, as always, was the debate. It was to take place in the local community hall up on Yonge Street, and Will adjusted his tie glancing left and right at the two people competing for the same seat. That crucial seat that could tip the balance of government. Will watched and waited for a second before he stepped aroun
  9. Topher Lydon
    Parliament Hill, seat of power for the Federal Government. It was a block of tall gothic-styled buildings with their green copper roves, bronze statues of former Prime Ministers, and memorials to fallen heroes. Will stepped out of the car, shrugging in his heavy woolen coat as the snow fell heavily only a few days before Christmas day. And it did feel like Christmas. For the first time since the whole affair had started--the elections and the politics, the bribery and the scandals--Will
  10. Topher Lydon
    Will walked through the Heritage department, hands thrust into the pockets of his charcoal gray trousers, the tails of his tweed jacket pushed back away from the pockets giving him a relaxed professorial appearance. Nowhere close to the reputation of stern taskmaster he had apparently been earning. Will walked through the maze of cubicles, past desks and computers with pinch-nosed government employees furtively looking like they would rather be goofing off than doing work. Will had put a
  11. Topher Lydon
    Peter was the first one to see him. The young kid who stuck to Will like glue through high school, almost to the point of growing up idolizing Will as a hero, was growing into quite a young man. He was waif-thin, with his bowl-cut blond hair spilling out over a visor cap, and blue eyes almost cartoonishly round. He was innocently tapping away on a game controller and didn't hear him enter the house, but the moment his head turned, he was up on his feet pointing and working his mouth with shock.
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    Marc was driving, Will sitting in the passenger seat trying to figure out the battered map. One foot was braced on the dashboard as he lounged in the seat, occasionally reaching out to wipe the fog from the window to get his bearings. Typically they had lost sight of Lisa's minivan and Brody had taken off like a bat out of hell almost as soon as they had turned onto the highway. Will shrugged, glancing over at Marc who kept both hands firmly on the wheel and darted glances up at the mirr
  13. Topher Lydon
    Will's riding stretched from Lake Ontario up to Mount Pleasant Cemetery, from Yonge Street to the Don Valley River. Toronto Center, the heart of the bustle, the noise, the middle of the rush that was metropolitan life. He had just concluded his first speech as a political candidate, sleeves of the Ralph Lauren shirt rolled up and the new silk tie undone and hanging loose. He looked like a man who was hard at work; a more honest image, Will felt, than the man that had stared back at him i
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    They had sent a car for him to the airport, the same one they had regularly sent for Robert whenever he visited his constituency office. He turned his collar up against the bitterly cold November wind as he walked out to the car and climbed into the back. Lisa had come ahead along with Alicia, setting things up at the office and arranging meetings with the Riding Association and its president. Will knew he should have felt nervous, as the Lincoln accelerated out into the street bound for
  15. Topher Lydon
    Will paced in the hall outside the hospital room. He was relieved to find it wasn't intensive care--that had to be good news. He glanced at Lisa who was standing cross-armed staring out of the window at the rainstorm that was falling heavily now. They had been told to wait, that Robert had other guests at that moment. And Will found himself frustrated that he wasn't the first allowed in. It was a selfish need he had to see Robert was okay with his own two eyes. His concern and worry crea
  16. Topher Lydon
    There was stunned silence in the house when he told them. As usual, Brody's home had been overrun by all and sundry after the abortive vacation. Most of them still had time off and that meant they had little else to do but be there. Will had been uncertain on how to broach the subject with his friends, and had been quiet since getting back from Toronto, sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee and staring vacantly out of the window. Ev
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    Will had commandeered an overstuffed leather easy chair by the window where he sat doing a crossword puzzle. He occasionally clicked his pen and jotted letters into the box as he worked out yet another clue. It was, for Will, a moment of Zen, where he was so focused on what he was doing that nothing could bother him. Brody and Lisa were having a conversation in the kitchen preparing supper. As always the electricity between them drove people to give them a wide berth. Few remembered the
  18. Topher Lydon
    Steady, he thought to himself, keep still or you'll scare him away. He reached up to cock the hammer back on the shotgun, keeping his breathing still and steady just as he had been taught to do so many years before. One shot, one kill; those words rang in his head clearly as if the old major was standing behind him giving him instructions. He was trying not to think of everything that had happened the night before. Andrew and the kiss. What it meant and what it changed in his lif
  19. Topher Lydon
    The snow drifted down from the dark sky, the first few flakes settling on Will's shoulders as he stood beside Libbet Avery watching them as they laid her father to rest. He stood impassively, staring in blank shell-shock at the urn before them that was about to be buried alongside that of Robert's beloved wife, Katherine. The Avery estates outside of Toronto were packed with mourners, officials from the financial world and political worlds gathered together to pay their respects. The Pri
  20. Topher Lydon
    The dining room was dark and quiet at three in the morning. The kitchen staff had long since turned in for the night, but they left it open for Will to work. He sat, the only light source coming from the screen of his laptop as he tapped away, putting the finishing touches on Robert's speech for the final day of the Nunavut tour. He was glad that he had scheduled some time off for November; it gave him something to look forward to. The last time he had taken a vacation was... never; he'd
  21. Topher Lydon
    Will was sitting in the propeller-driven airplane as it flew over seemingly endless forests of trees. He rested his head on his hand as he stared out of the window sleepily. They'd had to make an early start of it and Will felt as if he hadn't slept at all, not a good combination as they winged their way steadily northwards to Iqaluit. They were booked onto a small government plane, fortunately, though Will wondered why the government hadn't bothered to spring for one of the private jets
  22. Topher Lydon
    The Bay Street office tower was silent at that time of the night; most of the employees had long since gone home for the night. And as the thunder of the autumn storm continued to rumble, powerful men sheltered away from its fury stood discussing the new Minister of Heritage. "Robert Avery is a shrewd man," Gravano said, seated behind his desk, his arms resting on the arms like he was seated in a throne. The young Italian Canadian stared up at John Hackett who was pacing the office befor
  23. Topher Lydon
    It was late when Will got home; the house was dark as he fished his keys out of his pockets and wrestled with the lock, finally letting himself inside and setting his briefcase down in the hall and taking off his jacket. It was good to be home. The regular trips back and forth from Toronto were going to wear him out, but at least he wasn't working for the representative for Nunavut. Now that would be one hell of a commute. He sighed tiredly as he moved through the quiet house; it
  24. Topher Lydon
    Will removed his glasses and polished them with the end of his tie. Not the most glamorous method but effective. He was leaning against the edge of his desk, watching CPAC on the small television he kept on a shelf for exactly this purpose. Every one of the minister's senior aides were glued to the same channel watching the first time Robert Avery attended a Parliamentary question time. Everyone collectively holding their breaths for the inevitable questions that would come over the vari
  25. Topher Lydon
    Alicia looked around the office on the twelfth floor of the government building in Gatineau, a cup of Tim Horton's coffee her hands and a confused expression on her face. She was used to the bullpen environment, it promoted productivity in Robert Avery's mind and Will must have issued the layout change. But she was still surprised. "I thought we were working on Parliament Hill," she said, sounding disappointed. Will came out of his office flipping through a large and official loo
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