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ep the Porsche in sight。 Miller joined him in the right…side seat。
〃She takes this road south to Route 50； across the Severn River bridge； then gets off 50 onto Route 2。 We want to hit her before she does that。 We'll proceed； take the same exit； and switch cars where I showed you。 Too bad；〃 Alex said。 〃I was beginning to like this here van。〃
〃You can buy another with what we're paying you。〃
A grin split the black face。 〃Yeah； I 'spect so。 Have a better interior on the next one； too。〃 He turned right； taking the exit onto Route 50。 It was a divided； multilane highway。 Traffic was moderate to heavy。 Alex explained that this was normal。
〃No problem getting the job done；〃 he assured Miller。
〃Excellent；〃 Miller agreed。 〃Good work； Alex。〃 Even if you do have a big mouth。
Cathy always drove more sedately with Sally aboard。 The little girl craned her neck to see over the dashboard； her left hand fiddling with the seat belt buckle as it usually did。 Her mother was relaxing now。 It generally took her about this length of time to settle down from a hard day there were few easy ones at the Wilmer Eye Institute。 It wasn't stress so much。 She'd had two procedures today and would have two more the next day。 She loved her work。 There were a lot of people now who could see only because of her professional skill； and the satisfaction of that was not something easily municated； even to Jack。 The price of it was that her days were rarely easy ones。 The minute precision demanded by ophthalmic surgery denied her coffee she couldn't risk the slight tremor in her hands that might e from caffeine and imposed a degree of concentration on her that few professions demanded。 There were more difficult medical skills； but not many。 This was the main reason she drove her 911。 It was as though in pushing through the air； or taking a tight corner at twenty…five in second gear； the car drained the excess energy from the driver and spread it into the environment。 She almost always got home in a good mood。 Tonight would be better still since it was Jack's turn to fix dinner。 If the car had been built with a brain； it would have noticed the reduced pressure on accelerator and brakes as they took the Route 2 exit。 It was being pampered now； like a faithful horse that had jumped all the fences properly。
〃Okay？〃 Alex asked； keeping west on Route 50 toward Washington。
The other man in the back handed Miller the clipboard with the new time notation。 There was a total of seven entries； all but the last plete with photographs。 Scan looked at the numbers。 The target was on a beautifully regular schedule。
〃Fine；〃 he said after a moment。
〃I can't give you a precise spot for the hit traffic can make things go a little funny。 I'd say we should try on the east side of the bridge。〃
〃Agreed。〃
Cathy Ryan walked into her house fifteen minutes later。 She unzipped Sally's coat and watched her little 〃big〃 girl struggle out of the sleeves； a skill she was just beginning to acquire。 Cathy took it and hung it up before getting out of her coat。 Mother and daughter then proceeded to the kitchen； where they heard the unmistakable noise of a husband trying to fix dinner and a television tuned to the MacNeil…Lehrer Report。
〃Daddy； look what I did！〃 Sally said first。
〃Oh； great！〃 Jack took the picture and examined it with great care。 〃I think we'll hang this one up。〃 All of them got hung up。 The art gallery in question was the front of the family refrigerator。 A magnetized holder gave the finger painting a semi…permanent place over the ice and cold…water dispenser。 Sally never noticed that there was a new hanging spot every day。 Nor did she know that every such painting was saved； tucked away in a box in the foyer closet。
〃Hi； babe。〃 Jack kissed his wife next。 〃How were things today？〃
〃Two cornea replacements。 Bernie assisted on the second one it was a bear。 Tomorrow； I'm scheduled for a vitrectomy。 Bernie says hi； by the way。〃
〃How's his kid？〃 Jack asked。
〃Just an appendectomy； she'll be climbing the monkey bars next week；〃 Cathy replied； surveying the kitchen。 She often wondered if having Jack fix dinner was worth the wreckage he made of her room。 It appeared that he was fixing pot roast； but she wasn't sure。 It wasn't that Jack was a bad cook with some things he was pretty good he was just so damned sloppy about it。 Never kept his utensils neat。 Cathy always had her knives； forks； and everything else arranged like a surgical instrument tray。 Jack would just set them anywhere and spent half of his time looking for where they were。
Sally left the room and found a TV that didn't have a news show on。
〃Good news；〃 Jack said。
〃Oh？〃
〃I finished up at CIA today。〃
〃So what are you smiling about？〃
〃There just isn't anything I see to make me suspect that we have anything to worry about。〃 Jack explained for several minutes； keeping within the bounds of classification mostly。 〃They've never operated over here。 They don't have any contacts over here that we know of。 The real thing is that we're not good targets for them。〃
〃Why？〃
〃We're not political。 The people they go after are soldiers； police； judges； mayors； stuff like that 〃
〃Not to mention the odd prince；〃 Cathy observed。
〃Yeah； well； we're not one of those either； are we？〃
〃So what are you telling me？〃
〃They're a scary bunch。 That Miller kid well； we've talked about that。 I'll feel a little better when they have him back in the can。 But these guys are pros。 They're not going to mount an op three thousand miles from home for revenge。〃
Cathy took his hand。 〃You're sure？〃
〃Sure as I can be。 The intelligence biz isn't like mathematics； but you get a feel for the other guy； the way his head works。 A terrorist kills to make a political point。 We ain't political fodder。〃
Cathy gave her husband a gentle smile。 〃So I can relax now？〃
〃I think so。 Still； keep an eye on the mirror。〃
〃And you're not going to carry that gun anymore；〃 she said hopefully。
〃Babe； I like shooting。 I forgot what fun a pistol can be。 I'm going to keep shooting at the Academy； but； no； I won't be wearing it anymore。〃
〃And the shotgun？〃
〃It hasn't hurt anybody。〃
〃I don't like it； Jack。 At least unload it； okay？〃 She walked off to the bedroom to change。
〃Okay。〃 It wasn't that important。 He'd keep the box of shells right next to the gun； on the top shelf of the closet。 Sally couldn't reach it。 Even Cathy had to stretch。 It would be safe there。 Jack reconsidered all his actions over the past three and a half weeks and decided that they had been worthwhile； really。 The alarm system on the house wasn't such a bad idea； and he liked his new 9mm Browning。 He was getting pretty good scores。 If he kept at it for a year； maybe he could give Breckenridge a run for his money。
He checked the oven。 Another ten minutes。 Next he turned up the TV。 The current segment on the MacNeil…Lehrer News Hour was I'll be damned。
〃Joining us from our affiliate WGBH in Boston is Padraig did I pronounce that right？ O'Neil； a spokesman for Sinn Fein and an elected member of the British Parliament。 Mr。 O'Neil； why are you visiting America at this time？〃
〃I and many of my colleagues have visited America many times； to inform the American people of the oppression inflicted upon the Irish people by the British government； the systematic denial of economic opportunity and basic civil rights； the total abrogation of the judicial process； and the continuing brutality of the British army of occupation against the people of Ireland；〃 O'Neil said in a smooth and reasonable voice。 He had done all this before。
〃Mr。 O'Neil；〃 said someone from the British Embassy in Washington； 〃is the political front…man for the Provisional Wing of the so…called Irish Republican Army。 This is a terrorist organization that is illegal both in Northern Ireland and in the Irish Republic。 His mission in the United States is； as always； to raise money so that his organization can buy arms and explosives。 This source of ine for the IRA was damaged by the cowardly attack against the Royal Family in London last year； and his reason for being here is to persuade Irish…Americans that the IRA had no part in that。〃
〃Mr。 O'Neil；〃 MacNeil said； 〃how do you respond to that？〃
The Irishman smiled at the camera as benignly as Bob Keeshan's Captain Kangaroo。 〃Mr。 Bennett； as usual； skirts over the legitimate political issues here。 Are Northern Ireland's Catholics denied economic and political opportunity yes； they are。 Have the legal processes in Northern Ireland been subverted for political reasons by the British government yes； they have。 Are we any closer to a political settlement of this dispute that goes back； in its modern phase； to 1969 no； I regret to say we are not。 If I am a terrorist； why have I been allowed into your country？ I am； in fact； a member of the British Parliament； elected by the people of my parliamentary district。〃
〃But you don't take your seat in Parliament；〃 MacNeil objected。
〃And join the government that is killing my constituents？〃
〃Jesus；〃 Ryan said； 〃what a me