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honors, and he comes from a good family."
Ryan shook his head. "Ain't that a hell of a thing? But most of the
really bad ones are, aren't they?"
"You know about terrorists?" Ashley asked.
"Just things I've read," Ryan answered quickly. That was a mistake,
Jack. Cover it. "Officer Wilson said the ULA were Maoists."
"Correct," Taylor said.
"That really is crazy. Hell, even the Chinese aren't Maoists anymore,
at least the last time I checked they weren't. Oh -- what about my
family?"
Ashley laughed. "About time you asked, Doctor. We couldn't very well
leave them at the hotel, could we? It was arranged for them to be put up
at a highly secure location."
"You need not be concerned," Owens agreed. "They are quite safe. My
word on it."
"Where, exactly?" Ryan wanted to know.
"A security matter, I'm afraid," Ashley said. The three inquisitors
shared an amused look. Owens checked his watch and shot a look to the
others.
"Well," Owens said. He switched off the tape recorder. "We do not wish
to trouble you further the day after surgery. We will probably be back to
check a few additional details. For the moment, sir, you have the thanks
of all of us at the Yard for doing our job for us."
"How long will I have Mr. Wilson here?"
"Indefinitely. The ULA are likely to be somewhat annoyed with you,"
Owens said. "And it would be most embarrassing for us if they were to make
an attempt on your life and find you unprotected. We do not regard this as
likely, mind, but one must be careful."
"I can live with that," Ryan agreed. I make a hell of a target here,
don't I? A third-grader could kill me with a Popsicle stick.
"The press want to see you," Taylor said.
"I'm thrilled." Just what I need, Ryan thought. "Could you hold them
off a bit?"
"Simple enough," Owens agreed. "Your medical condition does not permit
it at the moment. But you should get used to the idea. You are now
something of a public figure."
"Like hell!" Ryan snorted. "I like being obscure." Then you should
have stayed behind the tree, dumbass! Just what have you got yourself
into?
"You can't refuse to see them indefinitely, you know," Taylor said
gently.
Jack let out a long breath. "You're correct, of course. But not today.
Tomorrow is soon enough." Let the hubbub die down some first, Ryan thought
stupidly.
"One cannot always stay in the shadows. Doctor Ryan," Ashley said,
standing. The others took their cue from him.
The cops and Ashley -- Ryan now had him pegged as some kind of spook,
intelligence or counterintelligence -- took their leave. Wilson came back
in, with Kittiwake trailing behind.
"Did they tire you out?" the nurse asked.