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Anna Neville winced at the forthright question. Her expression showed all too plainly how confused she was.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Neville," Morgan said. "But what happened to Grau changes all the rules. Simple mistakes and pure accidents begin to be perceived as lies."
"There was a submarine, Colonel."
"In Hudson Bay."
Anna Neville's angry tone told him how many times she had heard that skeptical rejoinder. "Yes, Colonel, in Hudson Bay. I took photographs of it."
"But your cameras and film were lost, of course," Morgan said.
"Yes. Yes."
Morgan regarded her steadily. "I believe you."
"Do you?"
"I believe you were, in fact, shot down by a surface-to-air missile. And I believe you saw a submarine in Hudson Bay last December. I can't blame you for thinking that it was an American boat. But it was not."
What exactly was he suggesting here, she wondered. "Whose, then if not American?" she asked.
"There are possibilities. Quite a few."
"Oh, no. Not the cold war again. Are you saying that it was a Russian submarine?" Disbelief and exasperation showed in her expression.
"It is entirely possible, Mrs. Neville."
"I thought even the U.S. military had got past that kind of thinking," she said bleakly.
"I wonder why it is," he said carefully, "that if there is blame to assign, people like yourself and your friends always choose to assign it to my country."
He paused, catching a glimpse of her haunted face, suddenly ashamed of himself, and spoke more calmly. "As it happens, Mrs. Neville, we have satellite images of a Russian submarine leaving the Atlantic approach to Hudson Strait less than one week after your aircraft was brought down. You can believe

 
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