Josiah grinned. “Nothing untoward.”
“Excellent,” said Mr. Adams.
A young police officer, wearing cowboy boots, blue jeans, and a leather jacket which had a lapel that formed a curious pale line due to an earring rubbing it, examined the white Chevy van from which Josiah had emerged. He walked to the open window on the driver side of the van. “Is this your rig?” he asked while peering inside the window.
“I lease it to the Portland Association Against Fascism,” replied Josiah.
“Are you sure you don’t lease it to the Rose City Cadre?” demanded the officer.
Sgt. Jakes interrupted a spontaneous utterance of Josiah. “Officer Montgomery is a little preoccupied with the Rose City Cadre,” he said. “You’ll have to cut him a little slack.”
“Of course,” said Josiah. He turned his attentio
