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"He, along with millions of television news viewers, knows what happened to Grau last night. What bothers me is that he knew where to find us. Someone's keeping him current."
"That's bad news. He could get you and the woman killed."
"That's why I'm delivering him to Kellner. Let the heavy hitters handle Ryerson."
"And Neville?"
Morgan did not reply. Presently he left his seat and said,
"Can I get you something?"
"Coffee."
Morgan nodded and walked to the airplane's tiny galley. He returned with one of the thermos bottles Ave's crew had put aboard, opened it, and poured a cup.
"You're limping," Ave said.
"A nick."
"Want me to look at it? I'm good with nicks."
"No. If it gets worse, I'll have someone take care of it," Morgan said. "You want anything else?"
"No. Just take care, Bullet-stopper," Ave said. "I don't want to hear you've gone Elvis. Keep that temper under control. And keep Joe Pulitzer away from me."
"Done," Morgan said, clapping him on the back. He moved down the aisle, slipping into the seat next to Anna. "Why don't you try to get some sleep?"
"I don't need sleep. I need a change of clothes." She smiled at him. "Why did he call you Bullet-stopper? And what does Elvis have to do with anything?"
Morgan laughed. "Bullet-stoppers is what the navy types called Marines in the Gulf War, and 'gone Elvis' meant missing in action. Ave just wants us to take care." The tiny bright cabin light was shining directly on her, turning her eyes as blue as sapphires. Morgan studied her face with interest. She was far from being beautiful, but she was immensely appealing. He wondered about her reputation with men. A pang of jealousy stung him at the thought. He clenched his jaw. What

 
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