"I looked around the property. "It's a lot different here now, with the primary in custody and the lifter about to be nailed. You can almost enjoy it." I glanced at the imposter's black angular machine gun. It wasn't pointed near me but if he caught on that I knew who he was I'd be dead before I could move an inch. The man said, "That's true--except for some deer with a suicidal personality who jumped out of the bushes over there a little while ago. We almost had venison for breakfast. Just heard him again, the same place. They're not really very bright, are they?" "I don't think that's why God made them." Was he suspicious? I couldn't tell. I continued, "Listen, Tony, when I get back I want to coordinate getting the Kesslers to Fairfax in the morning. Loving'll be in custody by then. But I want some protection on them for the next couple of days, until everything's resolved. Agent Frederick said you might be willing to take that on." I was vamping. Overdoing it? I wondered. I wasn't sure. A bad performance would kill me."