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"Please. I need to know if I'm going to be of any use." |
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Of any use to whom, she wondered. "I told the Maritime Command doctor on the rescue airplane what had really happened. The government tried to keep it secret, but the aircrew talked. There are lots of CCND sympathizers in Canada," she said defiantly. "Even in the military. And they can't all be Communists, Colonel." |
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"Did I say they were, Mrs. Neville?" Morgan brushed aside the contentious thrust and said, "So, you told the investigators you were shot down by a surface-to-air missile. An American missile. Is that the way it was?" |
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"I have never claimed I knew for certain that it was an American weapon." |
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"Who suggested to you that it was?" |
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"No one suggested it, Colonel." |
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"Are you familiar with the flight profile of American surface-to-air missiles?" |
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Anna flushed. "My husband knew what a SAM looked like." |
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"Then it was Jacob Neville who identified the missile. Not the pilot." |
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"Sean said nothing about it. He was too busy trying to save our lives." |
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"McCarthy flew for Canada in the Gulf. He was familiar with such weapons," Morgan said. |
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"That, too, Mrs. Neville." |
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Morgan chose his words carefully. To his mind, many in the CCND organization were positively paranoid about the Americans. "Did Grau suggest that we might want him dead?" |
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