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iron skillet and scrambled them with a fork. He shoveled them onto plates, and Morgan, Anna, and he ate without speaking. There were spot newscasts about the mysterious doings at Devil's Slide. First reports had been sympathetic to the victims, but now that the three dead men had been identified as members of a local white supremacist underground, the tone had changed. One station hinted darkly that the group trained in camps in the Sierra foothills.
"Is that true, Mr. Peters?" Anna asked,
"Is what true, Mrs. Neville?"
"The report about the men in the Bronco who followed us and who were killed; that they were white supremacists."
"So the media people say."
Morgan sat back and regarded Anna thoughtfully. What if someone, perhaps Ave, perhaps Morgan himself, had to kill again to protect her? Couldn't she endanger herself and her protectors? Relax, he thought, willing himself not to care. It shouldn't matter to me. When I deliver her safely back to the NSC, my work will be done.
Ave finished his scrambled eggs and stood to gather the plates and pile them in the sink. "If you mean did those bozos need killing, Mrs. Neville," he drawled, simulating a southern accent, "that I can't say. I can tell you they won't be missed. There've been some pretty nasty incidents hereabouts recently. A synagogue was burned last month; the ACLU offices in San Francisco were bombed. Last May, a bunch of them ganged up on a gay in the Castro and beat him to death. I can't promise you those were our perps, but if they weren't, they sure as hell were members of the same club. The White Knights. Coalition for a Secure America. They make up names as easily as raghead terrorists do. Taking a few foot soldiers out won't solve the problem, but it never hurts to thin out the enemy."
He consulted the large aviator's chronograph on his white-haired wrist. "The boys should be done with that engine in a half hour or so. I ought to do a flight check, but the hell with it. I'll fax a flight plan to ATC now from the hangar."

 
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