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he lived. But James had risked his whole career on a one-ounce
bag of dried grass. Stupid.
No pictures were included in the latest intelligence, but pre-
vious photographs showed a tall, handsome youth shopping in
fancy stores, driving expensive cars, going to parties, every
weekend. He had seemed like a normal well-adjusted teenager.
Maraklov knew, of course, about James' unfortunate past, but
that was ancient history. Surely that ugly episode was long
forgotten? Maraklov sat back now and thought about what it
was like to be Ken James
I have everything I ever wanted. Brains, money, things. What
am I missing? What else do I want? Why did I need to smoke
marijuana and get in trouble with the cops? I have a good
family, minus a brother-my natural father killed him in a
drunken rage. I don't have a father, a real father-he's either
dead or in a mental institution. I haven't seen my mom in
months-the only grown-ups around are the housekeeper, the
gardener once a week, and the occasional relatives of my step-
father who show up and say it's okay for them to borrow the
Jag or bring their mistresses in for a nooner. "Nooner"
Janet would have trouble with that Americanism ...
The big house is lonely at night. My "'friends" stop by once
in a while, but they study pretty hard, and I'm not exactly
popular ... There are alarms 0 over the place-I have to be
careful to shut them off even when I just want to get some fresh
air or take a dip in the pool. Cathy Sawyer doesn't come by
much anymore. I wonder where she is-?

A call on the room's intercom interrupted: "Mr. James, re-
port to the headmaster's office immediately."
As he headed toward Roberts' office he thought of Janet
Larson. Damn her. She had really done it, had blown the whis-
tle on him. She would pay for this, he told himself as he
straightened his tie. She would pay ...
But Janet Larson was just as surprised, and just as fearful to
see him, as she walked into Roberts' outer office. They ex-
changed no words, only anxious glances as he knocked on the
headmaster's door. He was ushered in by Roberts himself and
left standing in the middle of the office.
"The question about whether or not you will ever graduate
has been made for us, it seems," Roberts began. He motioned
to a message form. "A report from our agents in place in




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Washington. It seems your Mr. Kenneth Francis James has de-
cided on a college."
Maraklov smiled. Washington, D. That must mean