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"Has it occurred to you that killing Grau, and trying to kill you, could suggest that someone is trying to stop what you're doing, stop your very public tour?"
"That's obvious," she said scornfully.
"Yes, it is. Someone wants the public to be sure the United States is trying to silence you," Morgan said. "Who would want to blame the U.S. Navy for what happened in Hudson Bay last year?"
She turned back to look at him, startled. Then, with long-conditioned suspicion, she raised her eyes to the ceiling in exasperated disbelief. "Oh, not that, Morgan. Not the Russians and the Communists and the KGB. I thought all that was over, even for Americans."
He said stubbornly, "The navy tracked a Russian boat from the Labrador Sea to Cubaat which time it conveniently sank with all hands, just after your accident. And someone paid those bastards to kill you and Grau. Someone with access to lots of money. When our psychos run big risks, they collect big money . . . "
Anna shivered. "I can't think the way you do, Morgan. I believe in nonviolence. In pacifism. It's what I grew up believing. Those men in the Broncothey're dead, and their deaths can't be excused or rationalized."
Her tone, her fear of him, stung Morgan. "Would you rather we were in pieces, splattered all over that restaurant? Or down on those rocks ourselves?"
Anna turned away.
I should have known better, he thought. We're on opposite sides. I'd better end this talk right now. It serves no purpose.
He collected the coffee cups and put them in the sink, standing with his back to her. "You'd better try to get some more rest," he said in a flat voice. "It'll be a long night."
As night fell, the sky cleared, and the horizon came ablaze with brilliant streaks of red and gold. Ave, dressed in his flying coveralls, threw a dozen eggs and some salsa into an old cast-

 
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