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we’re here to make sure you and your family’re safe. We’ll even make sure the Brothers of Liberty is free to go about your business and won’t be discriminated against and won’t be the victim of hate crimes.”
    “Police state… Think on this, Ms. Firecracker. I don’t know what
you
do exactly here in this fancy building, but tell me true. You put your life on the line every day and for what? Oh, maybe you stop some crazy serial killer from time to time or save somebody in a kidnapping. But mostly cops just put on their fancy cop outfits and go bust some poor kids with drugs but never get to
why
of it. What’s the reason they were scoring pot or coke in the first place? Because the government and the institutions of this country failed them.”
    3:26.
    “So you don’t like the federal government. But it’s all relative, isn’t it? Go back to the eighteenth century. We weren’t just a mass of individuals. There was state government and they were powerful. People had to pay taxes, they were subject to laws, they couldn’t take their neighbors’ property, they couldn’t commit incest, they couldn’t steal. Everybody accepted that. The federal government today is just a bigger version of the state governments in the 1700s.”
    “Ah, good, Kathryn. I’ll give you that.” He nodded agreeably. “But we think state and even
local
laws are too much.”
    “So you’re in favor of no laws?”
    “Let’s just say a lot, lot less.”
    Dance leaned forward, with her hands together. “Then let’s talk about your one belief that’s the most critical now: violence to achieve your ends. I’ll grant you that you have the right to hold whatever beliefs you want—and not get arrested for it. Which, by the way, isn’t true in a lot of countries.”
    “We’re the best,” Keplar agreed. “But that’s still not good enough for us.”
    “But violence is hypocritical.”
    He frowned at this. “How so?”
    “Because you take away the most important right of an individual—his life—when you kill him in the name of your views. How can you be an advocate of individuals and yet be willing to destroy them at the same time?”
    His head bobbed up and down. A tongue poke again. “That’s good, Kathryn. Yes.”
    She lifted her eyebrows.
    Keplar added, “And there’s something to it… Except you’re missing one thing. Those people we’re targeting? They’re not individuals. They’re part of the system, just like you.”
    “So you’re saying it’s okay to kill them because they’re, what? Not even human?”
    “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Ms. Firecracker.” His eyes strayed to the wall. 3:34.
    # # #
    The helicopter set down in a parking lot of the outlet mall in Seaside and Michael O’Neil and a handcuffed suspect—no ID on him—climbed out.
    O’Neil was bleeding from a minor cut on the head incurred when he scrabbled into a cluster of scrub oaks trees escaping the satchel bomb.
    Which turned out to be merely a distraction.
    No IEDs, no anthrax.
    The satchel was filled with sand.
    The perp had apparently disposed of whatever noxious substance it contained on one of his crosscut turns and weaves, and the evidence or bomb or other clue was lost in the sand.
    The chopper’s downdraft hadn’t helped either.
    What was most disappointing, though, was that the man had clammed up completely.
    O’Neil was wondering if he was actually mute. He hadn’t said a word during the chase or after the detective had tackled and cuffed him and dragged him to the helicopter. Nothing O’Neil could say—promises or threats—could get the man to talk.
    The detective handed him over to fellow Monterey County Sheriff’s Office deputies. A fast search revealed no ID. They took his prints, which came back negative from the field scanner, and the man was processed under a John Doe as “UNSUB A.”
    The blond woman with the big soda cup—now mostly empty—who’d spotted him in the crowd now identified him