“Shoot.”
“Why the hell am I here?”
“I need your services.” The president walked to the lane and bowled another strike.
Two down. Four to go.
Hooper responded with a strike of his own and returned to his seat. “Why me?”
“A problem has come up. I need someone I can trust to handle it.”
“What’s the problem?”
The president wanted to keep Hooper chomping at the bit for a few extra seconds. So, he grabbed his ball and walked to the lane. He studied the layout for a moment. Then he put his ball into play. It slid across the smooth wood and crashed into the pins. He allowed himself a small smile.
Three down. Three to go.
He took a deep breath as he glanced at the electronic scoreboard. His score was now 119. If he could manage three strikes in the tenth frame, he’d finish with 209. It wasn’t a bad score. But it wouldn’t be enough to win unless Hooper started throwing gutter balls. “Bureaucrats are stealing money from the government,” he said.
Hooper guffawed. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“I’m not talking penny-ante stuff.” The president paused for effect. “I’m talking about thirty-two billion dollars.”
Hooper’s laugh lines vanished. “Did you say billion?”
The president nodded.
“And you’re only finding out about this now?”
“Believe me, the tracks were well-covered.”
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“I need you to find out who was responsible and what happened to the money. And I need you to do it fast.”
Hooper picked up his ball and tossed it listlessly down the alley. It skidded too far to the left, taking down just four pins. He waited for the ball return mechanism to do its job and then bowled again. He picked up an additional five pins, narrowly missing the spare. “How does one hide a thirty-two billion dollar theft?” he asked.
“With a sophisticated computer program.”
“When did it happen? All at once? Or over a period of time?”
“Over a period of time.” President Walters walked to the lane and bowled.
A strike.
He bowled again. Another strike.
He waited for his ball. Then he hoisted it and reared back for his final toss. The ball rolled down the lane and smashed into the pins, knocking them askew.
A smile curled across his lips. He’d done it. He’d actually done it. Against all odds, he’d thrown six straight strikes to finish with a 209.
His gaze turned triumphant as he glanced at Hooper. “Your turn.”
Hooper picked up his ball and walked to the lane. He rolled well, but left a split standing in the rear row.
The president felt a sense of destiny rising within him. He could scarcely believe it. He was on the verge of pulling off the biggest comeback of his bowling career.
While he waited for his ball, Hooper cleared his throat. “How’d it happen?”
The president tapped his jaw. “Have you heard of the Columbus Project?”
“No. Strange name, though.”
“Strange, but meaningful. It reflected my hope that a single person could change the world.”
Hooper nodded. “Like how Christopher Columbus discovered the New World?”
“More like how he caused the Little Ice Age.”
Hooper blinked. “What?”
“It’s a long, roundabout story. Before Columbus, some forty to one hundred million people lived in the Americas. In order to farm crops, they burned huge tracts of land. Then Columbus made his voyage.” The president exhaled. “His arrival opened the floodgates for colonization. Ninety percent of the natives died within decades, mostly from war and disease.”
“I didn’t know the number was that high.”
“With fewer people farming the land, trees began to grow again. They absorbed at least two billion tons of carbon dioxide. The atmosphere was unable to trap as much heat as it had in the past. So, the entire planet cooled for about three hundred years. The result was crop failures, famine, hypothermia, and bread riots.”
“You’re right about one thing.” Hooper chuckled. “That’s definitely a roundabout way to blame Columbus for the Little Ice Age.”
“Don’t get me wrong. He didn’t directly cause it. But he set in motion events that drastically changed the environment.”
“So, let me see if I understand this. You named your project after something that caused crop failures and famines. Doesn’t that seem a little, I don’t know, macabre?”
“Perhaps. But when I proposed it to Congress, I took a more hopeful point of view. What if we could change the natural world, just as Columbus helped to do, but in a more positive way? What if we could take steps today that would impact the world three hundred years from now? What if our efforts resulted in a cleaner world, a better world?”
“And the Columbus Project will do those things?”
“The idea was to give clean energy a financial boost. Ideally, this would accelerate the deployment of innovative technology and help break America’s addiction to fossil fuels. Congress authorized my administration to provide financial support of eighty billion dollars in the form of loans, grants, and tax credits. According to official numbers, we doled out aid to about five hundred companies.”
“So, the missing money came out of that eighty billion?”
The president nodded. “Our records show over two hundred companies received grants totaling thirty-two billion. But those companies don’t actually exist. They’re phantoms.”
Hooper shook his head. “How many people know about this?”
“Besides you? Just my senior advisor and the analyst who discovered the crime.” The president paused. “If you agree to help me, I’ll provide you with more exacting details. But suffice it to say, I suspect an inside job.”
“Who had access?”
“The U.S. Department of Energy utilizes an in-house computer program to manage the Columbus Project. A small staff uses it to analyze applications, file paperwork, and track milestone progress. The members of my cabinet have full access to the program as well.”
“Why?”
“The DOE staff can only make funding recommendations. Full approval requires unanimous consent from my cabinet. But in order for the cabinet members to make informed votes, they need to be able to view all the necessary documentation.”
Hooper nodded slowly. “I’ll need everything you have on the staff and your cabinet members. And not just the public stuff. Also, I need access to this computer program. Plus, the applications, vetting notes, and voting records.”
“Consider it done.”
Hooper bowled again. His ball smacked into the eight-pin. The eight-pin, in turn, rebounded off the back wall and collided with the ten-pin.
The president’s heart sank. The split had been his last hope. Now, Hooper needed just six pins to tie his score, seven pins to beat it.
Hooper picked up his ball and prepared to throw it. But at the last moment, he twisted his head toward the president. “Am I doing this off the clock?”
“No. If you accept the job, I want you working on it full-time.”
“My supervisor won’t like that.”
“She won’t have a choice.”
Hooper chewed his lip thoughtfully. “This could get expensive.”
“My office will pay for everything.”
“If I do this, I want to see it through to the end. I don’t care if the trail takes us to places you find uncomfortable. I want complete freedom to pursue leads as I see fit.”
The president nodded. “You got it.”
Hooper studied the lane. Then he walked forward and threw his ball into the air.
The president cringed as the black orb swept down the alley. The roll looked good.
Then it started to drift.
The president’s heart lifted as the ball sailed to the right. Moments later, it smacked into the pins. A few fell.