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“The FBI knows damned well I was a mercenary back in ‘69 and ‘70. So does the State Department. I
made that very clear in several of my novels. Blackmail won't work with me.”
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The man shrugged. “It was worth a try.”

“Look,” Ben said, “I don't like the way this country is going any more than you do—believe that, or not.
But violent overthrow—even if you people had the men and equipment, which you don't—is not my
forte.”

“But we do have the men and equipment, Mr. Raines.”

“You say. I don't want any part of it.”

“You're certain?”

“As certain as the sun comes up in the east.”

“Then we badly misjudged you, Mr. Raines.”

Ben shook his head in disagreement. “No, you didn't. If you had approached me just a few years ago,
back in ‘80, or even ‘82, I probably would have gone along with you. But now ... no.”

“May I ask why not?”

“Because for the past few years I've been very comfortable. And getting fatter all the time. My books
are selling well; no bill collectors calling every night; everything you see around you—including the
house—is paid for. I have no reason to rock the boat.”

“If you are so happy, why do you drink yourself into a stupor every evening?”

Ben smiled. “You have been investigating, haven't you? I didn't mention happy, did I? Comfortable was
the word I chose.”

“Has it not occurred to you that we may be privy to ... matters concerning the situation in the world that
... you are not aware of, sir? I beg you to reconsider your stance.”

Ben shook his head no.

The man sighed. “Well ... you will not be contacted by us again, Mr. Raines. Thank you for your time.”
He hesitated, then said, “I ... may be making a mistake, Mr. Raines, but everybody is entitled to one. So
here is mine: Bull Dean and Carl Adams are still alive. They're running the show.”

Ben came out of his chair. He stared at the man. “I don't believe it. Hey! I saw the bodies, buddy.”

The man's expression did not change. “If you reverse your position, Mr. Raines, just run an ad in the
local paper that you'd like to buy a Russian wolfhound. You'll be contacted.” He turned and was gone