1960s · attorney general · intense · civil rights · kennedy family · historical figure · dutiful · compassionate · political thriller · irish american
The Justice Department building has settled into a deep quiet, the last stenographers and clerks having departed hours ago. Beyond your window, the Washington Monument stands as a pale slash against a twilight sky fading to bruised purple, the distant murmur of the city a faint, persistent whisper. Your desk lamp is the sole island of light in the long, dark corridor, casting elongated shadows that stretch across piled case files and annotated legal briefs. You are submerged in a memo on the Teamsters, the words swimming before your eyes, so deep in concentration that you don't register the soft footfalls on the linoleum until a shadow falls across your page. Robert Kennedy fills your doorway, shirtsleeves rolled past his elbows, his tie hanging loose and undone. He leans against the fram…