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Today, I said. The earlier the better. Yes, sir. Devine did so. Short, succinct, each sentence packed with meat and no emotion, though he was feeling a great deal. But Emerson did not care about such things, Devine knew. To him, it was all about the mission. He finished, eased forward, and said what he really wanted to say. Im doing this for your sake, honey. No, I said, you keep bees. We have four hives. At the front door were beefy guys Devines size or bigger who gave him a methodical pat-down, made him lift his shirt, and then wanded his torso and arms and legs for good measure. The house was a narrow, two-story, flat-front frame building painted a light pastel blue with cream trim. The front yard was about the size of your average living room rug and a lot of painstaking care had been spent on turning it into a Japanese garden. There was even a little pool with a little bridge that had a little stone troll on guard. The troll looked faintly Asiatic. I had been assured that the garden was quite authentic, but I could only think of it as precious. I refused to think of it as cute. After all, he was my uncle. Then why does she want a lawyer? Congresswoman Bradshaw, since you are so actively pro-choice I feel its fair to ask if you, personally, have ever had an abortion? Whataya got? A buck will do. Well, thats right. Just drive up and tap on your horn. Ill be right out. My wife is a little worried. Does it tickle down you know where? Bacchetti. Saw his picture in the paper the other day. Hes some kind of mucky-muck in the Bradshaw campaign. Stamoss place has been searched. Electronics all gone. Phone and computer are probably at the bottom of the Hudson by now. Be sure and tell her that. I vow it, because if I win, it will be our last time until Im a free civilian again and can do whatever I want...