Balance of Power

    Surprised, Nolan glanced at Fancher. "We are not."

    "And so both of you are withholding any and all testimony regarding whether Mr. Dane and Mr. Callister discussed the President's proposal?"

    With plain annoyance, Nolan answered, "The record speaks for itself."

    "Just checking." To Dane, she said, "Let's see how far this goes. Did you threaten Mr. Callister with a boycott if Lexington cooperated with the President?"

    "Boycotts are legal," Dane answered smoothly. "If our members are displeased with a company or its products, it's their privilege to buy elsewhere. We don't have to threaten anyone."

    Sarah cocked her head toward Nolan. "Mind if we check that out with Callister?"

    Nolan scowled. "You already know our position."

    Sarah turned to Dane. "Did you discuss with any other gun manufacturer the prospect that a boycott might put Lexington out of business?"

    "We refuse to answer," Fancher interjected. "Your question implicates perfectly legal conversations protected by the First Amendment."

    "Then let's try this," Sarah said to Dane. "Did you discuss with other manufacturers whether they might profit from a boycott of Lexington Arms?"

    "Same instructions," Fancher snapped. "There's nothing illegal about discussing what might happen within an industry."

    Smiling, Sarah turned to Nolan. "Surely Lexington must want an answer? Under my theory, you've got a lawsuit against the SSA."

    Nolan's own smile failed to neutralize the hardness of his eyes. "Thank you for your advice, Sarah. Which our firm no longer has to pay you for."

    "Speaking of which," she inquired mildly, "who's paying your fees in this matter—Lexington or the SSA?"

    Nolan stared at her with genuine anger. "That question is wholly out of bounds."

    "But understandable. Because it's been so hard to tell." Sarah propped her chin on the cupped palm of her hand. "Mind if I ask that of Mr. Callister?"

    The record she was making—the multiple reasons for Bond to order Callister deposed—seemed to give Nolan pause. Tonelessly, he said, "Waste the Court's time, if you like. But let's stop wasting Mr. Dane's time."

    "He's been so quiet," Sarah answered, "that I hardly think we're wearing him out." Abruptly she demanded of Dane, "Did you discuss with other manufacturers the prospect of dividing up Lexington's market share in the event of an SSA boycott?"

    Once more, Dane glanced at Fancher, and then answered as though carefully reciting prepackaged lines. "If you mean did I recommend—or attempt to compel—such an agreement, the answer is 'no.' "

    At once, Sarah was certain that there had been such conversations. But whether she had the time to pursue this depended, in great measure, on whether the President—or Senator Fasano—prevailed on gun immunity. Adjusting her manner, she adopted a tone of indifference. "Am I correct, Mr. Dane, that at some point you became aware that George Callister had met with President Kilcannon regarding sales at gun shows?"

    Dane hesitated. "It was in the newspapers."

    "Is that the only

source of information you had regarding the meetings?"

    Dane shifted slightly in his chair. "No."

    "Was Callister among your sources?"

    "Same instruction," Fancher interrupted. "Press on, Ms. Dash. You've asked the same question nineteen different ways."

    She had made her record regarding Callister, Sarah knew. Now it was time to set up Dane for Martin Bresler. "Did the SSA," she asked Dane, "have a view on whether the gun industry—or any of its members—should reach an agreement on gun shows with President Kilcannon?"

"Yes." Dane answered firmly. "We were unalterably opposed."

    "Did that opposition predate your awareness of Callister's discussions with the President?"

    This seemed to give Dane pause. "I don't recall."

    "Then let me try and help. Did you become aware that, prior to his meetings with Mr. Callister, the President was negotiating with a trade association of gun manufacturers headed by a Martin Bresler?"

    Dane sat back. "I remember an agreement," he answered, "but that was with respect to safety locks."

    "What was the SSA's position on that?"

    "We were opposed," Dane snapped. "You try to fool with one while a rapist is banging down your bedroom door. You may not care, Ms. Dash. But it's our First Amendment right to protect the Second Amendment—the one right which makes all the others possible. Whether it's the right to resist a tyrannical government or an intruder preying on defenseless women."

    "Thank you," Sarah said pleasantly. "Did you threaten Mr. Bresler with the loss of his job should his trigger lock proposal be adopted?"

    "To feel 'threatened,' " Dane countered, "Mr. Bresler would have to be very sensitive. How can I threaten a man who doesn't work for me?"

    For a split second, she was tempted to question Dane about threatening Senator Fasano, but she resisted; too obviously, it would betray Martin Bresler's cooperation. "Did there come a time," she asked, "that you became aware that Mr. Bresler was discussing gun shows with the President?"