Had there been any outside observers—biographers to mark the afterlife of Megan Mary McGill, better known as Mary Hightower—they would have marveled at how thoroughly she infiltrated Pugsy Capone’s rule. How brilliantly, how slyly it was done! Mary, however, would never call herself sly, or even cunning. Ascendant, she would call herself. The way cream rises to the top. The way the wise are naturally elevated above the masses. Mary was the eminence gris—the shadow power—behind Pugsy’s very short-lived “golden era,” and while Pugsy had always been very good at tooling people to his own purposes, he himself was not the sharpest tool in the shed. So he never knew that his power was slowly being usurped.

“Your organization needs structure,” Mary told him in confidence.

“It works fine the way it is,” Pugsy insisted.

“Oh, yes, it does,” Mary admitted, but she pointed out how very afraid of him his own subjects were. It was something Pugsy took great pride in, in fact. And so Mary proposed a little test. She asked Pugsy to call in one of his loyal subjects, and order him to perform a simple but time-consuming task. Curious as to where this was going, Pugsy called in a kid whose name he did not remember, and told him to do a head count of the hundred or so Afterlights living in the administration building, and then create a graph, plotting how each of them had died.

“I want it before sunset,” Pugsy demanded. “Or else!”

The boy obediently ran off, took the entire day, and returned just as the day settled into twilight. He presented Pugsy with a list and a competent graph, and he cowered until Pugsy nodded his acceptance.

Then Mary asked the same of one of her own children—a boy known as Bedhair—to graph the demise of all ninety-three in her care. The boy took only two hours, and he returned with a list, and not just one graph, but three: a coordinate graph, a bar graph, and a pie chart.

“You cheated!” Pugsy insisted. “He already knew the answers.”

“Do you really believe that?” Mary asked in a calm and condescending way. “My children obey my requests because they want to, not because they fear what will happen if they fail. Consequently, they perform their tasks better.”

It didn’t occur to Pugsy that Mary never actually denied that Bedhair already knew the answers.

Mary also discovered that Pugsy did not personally attend to the transitioning Interlights that Jill continued to bring to the agricultural building. He found it beneath him, and left their assimilation to his flunkies. This provided Mary with a great opportunity.

She marked her personal calendar with the date that every sleeping Interlight would awaken, and made sure she was there to greet them when they did.