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the Capitol, and there’ll be some sort of memorial there. Then the burial will include cabinet members and Foreman’s family. There’s no word on when or how long the public viewing will be.”
    “Dillinger,” asked the show’s host, Vickie Lupo, “I am curious. I know it’s early. We shouldn’t speculate, but are Capitol Police already preparing for the hundreds of thousands likely to show up and pay their respects?”
    Dillinger was framed on the television in a box to the right of the screen. “Well, I don’t know about hundreds of thousands. Maybe. I mean, when President Reagan was memorialized in June 2004, there were an estimated two hundred thousand who funneled through the Capitol to see his casket. And that was the first state funeral for a former president in, like, thirty years. So, I don’t know we will see that many here. We could, given that Foreman was a sitting president, but I’d be surprised.”
    “Dillinger Holt,” the anchor jumped in, “with the wildly popular website PLAUSIBLEDENIABILITY.INFO. We thank you for your insight.”
    Davidson couldn’t see the screen, but he could hear the program as music began to grow louder. Vickie started talking again.
    “When we come back to Constitution Avenue , we will be joined by a DC insider with a unique perspective on the president’s death. Former attorney general Bill Davidson is up. You’re gonna wanna hear his take. I’m Vickie Lupo, and we’re back in two minutes.”
    Davidson heard the percussion crescendo again before the commercial began. He pulled out his pen and journal and made a quick note about Dillinger Holt’s interview.
    “Bill, I need a mic check from you.” The voice in Davidson’s head was an audio technician in the show’s control room.
    “Okay,” replied Davidson. “One, two, three, four, three, two, one. Is that good? Do you have your check?” He put the journal back in his pocket but held onto the pen. It was a good prop.
    “Got it. Thanks.”
    “Bill?” It was the producer’s voice this time. She was the woman who made certain the show’s segments stayed on time and kept moving.
    “Yes?” He was adjusting his tie, running his thumb along the black 50-ounce silk tipping along its backside. He’d already checked for the dimple under the knot; it sat perfectly.
    “We’ve got four minutes for your segment, though I’m going to try to keep it to three and a half. So when I give you a wrap, I need you to finish your thought and stop talking. Cool?”
    “As a breeze.” Davidson was a pro. He was relaxed and comfortable on camera and got right to the point of any conversation.
    “Ten seconds.” The producer gave her final warning to Davidson the show was about to return from commercial. The music restarted, and then Vickie Lupo, with her bottle-blonde hair and large white teeth, began her introduction of the segment.
    “Back on Constitution Avenue now!” She squinted into the camera and feigned concern as she acted the script on the teleprompter in front of her.
    “Joining us with some perspective on this sadly historic day is DC insider Bill Davidson. He is a current fellow at the Hanover-Crown Institute, a political think tank here in Washington, and he is a former attorney general.”
    “Bill, thanks for being with us.” Vickie Lupo leaned on her right elbow and gestured with her left hand.
    “Thank you, Vickie.” Davidson nodded and smiled almost imperceptibly. He ran his tongue across the bridge in his mouth.
    “Bill, you have a unique insight here as a former top cop. Explain why we don’t have a new president yet? Shouldn’t Speaker Jackson already be in the Oval Office?” Vickie leaned into the camera as she folded her arms and waited for a response. Her head was tilted slightly.
    “It’s not that simple,” he began. “The constitution is a living, breathing document open to interpretation. There are fundamental questions being raised here. The Twenty-Fifth Amendment is clear that