Lately, she could count on finding him there, she reflected. He lived and breathed the campaign. The Lancaster team operated out of a storefront located on Second Avenue in the trendy section of downtown Seattle familiarly known as Belltown. Through the glass window that separated Todd’s office from the main room Olivia could see the campaign volunteers gathered around their leader. Eleanor Lancaster was holding a staff meeting. “I hate to admit it,” Olivia said, “but we’re trapped. Sloan is in charge of Glow. At least for now.” Todd regarded her with serious green eyes made even more somber by his choice of eyewear, a pair of round, gold-framed glasses. “I don’t like the situation, Olivia.” “No one does. But we’ve got to play the hand we’ve been dealt.” The troubled look in Todd’s gaze deepened. He had always had a serious, idealistic bent, Olivia reflected, even as a child. He was an academic at heart. But underneath the studious, intellectual mien, there had been, until recently, a strong vein of humor that had nicely complemented the strength in his well-cut features.
