A close associate hints: There’s a secret compartment in Kerry’s briefcase. He carries the black attach� everywhere. Asked about it on several occasions, Kerry brushed it aside. Finally, trapped in an interview, he exhaled and clicked open his case.
“Who told you?” he demanded as he reached inside. “My friends don’t know about this.” The leather was a little mildewy.
“My good luck sea monster skin,” Kerry said, happy to see it. “Given to me by a sanpan fishermen as we went in for a special mission in Cambodia.”
