My internal alarm clock woke me before dawn. I returned to the stable where the dog padded up silently, tail wagging. I bent down to give her a pat. To the casual observer, they would see a slim young woman in NEA fatigues giving some attention to a stable dog. What I was really doing was grabbing the small folded piece of paper from beneath her collar. I took the paper into the washroom and read it quickly before lighting it on fire and dumping it into the latrine. As I knew he would, Grady had my back fully and without question. We would do what we could to save Mrs. McCauley. That is if she decided to go along with what was suggested. After some asking around, I found the lady in question on her lunch break. She was alone and sitting on a bench on a bluff overlooking the city, as she al
