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〃Thank you； Doctor Ryan。 We will check the cliff out from the water side。 If you see a Coast Guard cutter； that'll be us。〃
〃You know how to get to the station at Thomas Point？ You take Forest Drive east to Arundel…on…the…Bay and hang a right。 You can't miss it。〃
〃Thanks； we'll do that。〃
The real estate agent came out of the office just before ten。 It was his turn to shut down。 In his briefcase was an envelope for the bank's night depository and some contracts he'd go over the next morning before going into work。 He set the case on the seat beside him and started the car。 Two headlights pulled right in behind him。
〃Can I talk to you？〃 a voice called in the darkness。 The agent turned to see a shape ing toward him。
〃I'm afraid we're closed。 The office opens at 〃 He saw that he was looking at a gun。
〃I want your money； man。 Just be cool； and everything'll be okay；〃 the gunman said。 There was no sense terrifying the man。 He might do something crazy； and he might get lucky。
〃But I don't have any 〃
〃The briefcase and the wallet。 Slow and easy and you'll be home in half an hour。〃
The man got his wallet first。 It took three attempts to loose the button on his hip pocket； and his hands were quivering as he handed it over。 The briefcase came next。
〃It's just checks no cash。〃
〃That's what they all say。 Lie down on the seat and count to one hundred。 Don't stick your head up till you finish； and everything'll be just fine。 Out loud； so's I can hear you。〃 Let's see； the heart's right about there 。 。 。 He reached his gun hand inside the open window。 The man got to seven。 When it went off； the sound of the silenced automatic was further muffled by being inside the car。 The body jerked a few times； but not enough to require a second round。 The gunman opened the door and wound up the window； then killed the engine and the lights before going back to his car。 He pulled back onto the road and drove at the legal limit。 Ten minutes later the empty briefcase and wallet were tossed into a shopping center dumpster。 He got back onto the highway and drove in the opposite direction。 It was dangerous to hold on to the gun； but that had to be disposed of more carefully。 The gunman drove the car back to where it belonged the family that owned it was on vacation and walked two blocks to get his own。 Alex was right； as always； the gunman thought。 If you plan everything； think it all out； and most important； don't leave any evidence behind； you can kill all the people you want。 Oh； he remembered； one more thing： you don't talk about it。
〃Hi； Ernie；〃 Jack said quietly。 The dog showed up as a dark spot on the light…colored carpet in the living room。 It was four in the morning。 Ernie had heard a noise and e out of Sally's room to see what it was。 One thing about dogs； they never slept the way people did。 Ernie looked at him for several minutes； his tail gyrating back and forth until he got a scratch between his ears； then he moved off； back to Sally's room。 It was amazing； Jack thought。 The dog had entirely supplanted AG Bear。 He found it hard to believe that anything could do that。
They're ing back； aren't they？ he asked the night。 Jack rose off the leather couch and walked to the windows。 It was a clear night。 Out on the Chesapeake Bay； he could see the running lights of ships plying their way to or from the Port of Baltimore； and the more ornate displays of tug…barge binations that plodded along more slowly。
He didn't know how he could have been so slow on the uptake。 Perhaps because the activity at Camp …18 almost tracked with the pattern that he'd tried repeatedly to discern。 It was about the right time for them to show up for refresher training。 But it was equally likely that they were planning something big。 Like maybe right here 。 。 。
〃Jesus。 You were too close to the problem； Jack；〃 he whispered。 It was public knowledge had been for a couple of weeks that they were ing over； and the ULA had already demonstrated its ability to operate in America； he remembered。 And we're bringing known targets into our home！ Real smart； Jack。 In retrospect it was amazing enough。 They'd accepted the backward invitation without the first thought 。 。 。 and even when the security people had been here the previous day； he'd made jokes。 You asshole！
He thought over the security provisions； taking himself back again to his time in the Corps。 As an abstract battle problem； his house was a tough objective。 You couldn't do anything from the east the cliff was a more dangerous obstacle than a minefield。 North and south； the woods were so thick and tangled that even the most skilled mando types would be hard…pressed to e through without making a horrendous racket and they sure as hell couldn't practice that kind of skill in a barren； treeless desert！ So they had to e from the west。 How many people did Avery say well； he didn't say； but I got the impression of about twenty。 Twenty security people； armed and trained。 He remembered the days from the Basic Officer's Course at Quantico； and the nights。 Twenty…two years old； invincible and immortal； drinking beer at local bars。 There'd been one night at a place called the mand Post； the one with a picture of Patton on the wall； when he'd started talking to a couple of instructors from the FBI Academy； just south of the Marine base。 They were every bit as proud as his brother Marines。 They never bothered to say 〃we are the best。〃 They simply assumed that everyone knew it。 Just like us。 The next day he'd accepted the invitation to shoot on their range and settle a gentlemanly wager。 It had cost him ten dollars to learn that one of them was the chief firearms instructor。 God； I wonder if Breckenridge could beat him！ The Secret Service wouldn't be very different； given their mission。 Would you want to tangle with them？ Hell； no！
If I assume that the ULA is as smart as it seems to be 。 。 。 and it is an unannounced trip； a private sort of thing 。 。 。 They won't know to e here； and even if they did； if they're too smart to take this one on 。 。 。 it should be safe； shouldn't it？
But that was a word whose meaning was forever changed。 Safe。 It was something no longer real。
Jack walked around the fireplace into the house's bedroom wing。 Sally was sleeping； with Ernie curled up on the foot of the bed。 His head came up when Jack entered the room； as if to say； 〃Yes？〃
His little girl was lying there； at peace； dreaming a child's dreams while her father contemplated the nightmare that still hovered over his family； the one he'd allowed himself to forget for a few hours。 He straightened the covers and patted the dog on the head before leaving the room。
Jack wondered how public figures did it。 They lived with the nightmare all the time。 He remembered congratulating the Prince for not letting such a threat dominate his life： Well done； old boy； that'll show them！ Be a fearless target！ It was a very different thing when you were yourself the target； Ryan admitted to the night； when your family was the target。 You put on the brave face； and followed your instructions； and wondered if every car on the street could hold a man with a machine gun who was bent on making your death into a very special political statement。 You could keep your mind off it during the day when you had work to do； but at night； when the mind wanders and dreams begin 。 。 。
The dualism was incredible。 You couldn't dwell on it； but neither could you allow yourself to forget it。 You couldn't let your life be dominated by fear； but you couldn't ever lapse into a feeling of security。 A sense of fatalism would have helped； but Ryan was a man who had always deemed himself the master of his fate。 He would not admit that anything else could be true。 He wanted to lash out； if not at them； then at destiny； but both were as far beyond his reach as the ships whose lights passed miles from his windows。 The safety of his family had almost been assured
We came so close！ he cried silently to the night。
They'd almost done it。 They'd almost won that one battle； and they had helped others win another。 He could fight back； and he knew that he could do it best by worki