THE SUN HAD ALREADY begun to cross to the western horizon as Bolsover’s limo sped along County Road 13 to his cabinet meeting. He slid the opaque divider that separated him from the front seat open and surveyed the road ahead through the windshield. Vibrating heat waves had created several large mirage puddles ahead. It was an effect Bolsover had been fascinated with since childhood. He watched as his route unfurled like a black ribbon, first falling gently and then dramatically as it spilled into ...