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who had taken her under their wing for their own purposes, like the CCND, had not been so rigorous in their questioning. She sighed. She had no wish to go through it all again, not with this man whom she scarcely knew. Maybe it was time to turn the questions back on Ryerson.
''Colonel Morgan thinks you are irresponsible, Mr. Ryerson, and under the circumstances, perhaps dangerous. Why won't you tell him how you located us?"
"I can't reveal sources or methods, Mrs. Neville. If I did, who would trust me with information?" he asked smugly.
Anna remained silent. It seemed to her that this conversation was pointless. She and Ryerson seemed to be talking past each other.
"Surely you don't trust Morgan?" He was like a mosquito buzzing in her ear.
"Shouldn't I?"
"Our heroic colonel is a Marine. It takes a peculiar mindset to be a Marine, Mrs. Neville. All balls and no forehead. And he's crazy, you know," Ryerson said, confidentially. "A couple of nights ago in Leesburg he nearly killed me. He assaulted me with a pistol. He chased me through the woods. Naked."
Anna could not help smiling. "You, Mr. Ryerson?"
"Morgan, for Chrissake."
"That must have been quite a sight," she said. Then, more seriously: "Colonel Morgan saved my life. I owe him a great deal."
"Did he? Do you? Maybe." Ryerson's tone was skeptical, speculative. "How do you know he didn't set the whole thing up? He killed those people at Devil's Slide, didn't he? Maybe he did it to shut them up. I can't prove it yet, but if it's true, I will. The NSC should have learned some limits in the Iran-Contra affair." He leaned toward her again, lowering his voice. "Men like Morgan and Kellner never learn. They're dinosaurs, Mrs. Neville. The cold war is over, but they don't believe it. You need friends who can protect you. You frighten people in the Administration."

 
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