Watergate, Schmatergate, get a load of this: a dead infant, a sleazy
president, a manic-depressive first lady, an aide that makes G. Gordon
Liddy look like a wuss, murder, adultery, a thousand skeletons peeping
from a thousand closets. Exclusive moves so quickly because somebody is
always doing something bad. TV journalist Barrie Travis interviews the
first lady, a Southern belle still mourning the death of her infant.
With a mixture of horror and self-interest, Travis perceives the
slightest hint that the first infant didn't merely die, but was
murdered. But by who, and why? As you can imagine, that's when it gets
messy. The book might capsize under the sheer weight of seamy scandals
and sleazy characters were it not for the almost-supernaturally spunky
Travis and her somewhat reluctant love-object, craggy ex-Marine Gray
Bondurant. Bondurant left the White House under a cloud. Was he the
first lady's lover? Travis and Bondurant come together to solve the
mystery, of course. If you read fast, you might just keep up.