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Chapters (67)
  1. Dedication
  2. 1Playing the Sap—Again
  3. 2Fit for Life
  4. 3Auteur Deconstructed
  5. 4Long Shot
  6. 5Designer Beer
  7. 6Crossing the River
  8. 7A Happening Place
  9. 8On the Hill
  10. 9Red Menace
  11. 10What Big Teeth You Have
  12. 11Rabid Fans
  13. 12Ugly Duckling
  14. 13One Sober Minute
  15. 14It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Scientist
  16. 15And Besides, the Mensch Is Dead
  17. 16Down by the Riverside
  18. 17Junkyard Dogs
  19. 18Those Good Old Days
  20. 19Dead End
  21. 20The Short-Tempered Arm of the Law
  22. 21Voices from Home
  23. 22Barflies
  24. 23Picture Perfect
  25. 24Trespassers W
  26. 25Trouble in Douglas County
  27. 26Patriots Care
  28. 27Spiritual Adviser
  29. 28Disappearing Act
  30. 29Data Swapping
  31. 30Visiting Brass
  32. 31Origin Stories
  33. 32Carrying the Can
  34. 33Picking Through the Bones
  35. 34Hard Words
  36. 35Knee-Deep in Water
  37. 36Casual Day in Court
  38. 37Twenty-Four-Karat Smile
  39. 38Upscale Housing
  40. 39Surprise, Surprise!
  41. 40Polar Bear
  42. 41You’re So Ignorant
  43. 42Sonia, April 1983
  44. 43Hazmat Site
  45. 44Swabbing the Decks, or Something
  46. 45Here for the Duration
  47. 46The Fighting Germs
  48. 47Playing with Germs
  49. 48Late Night at the Library
  50. 49Baby Blues
  51. 50Where Oh Where Can My Baby Be?
  52. 51Known Unknowns
  53. 52Good Country People
  54. 53Date Night at the Movies
  55. 54Now the Wench Is Dead
  56. 55Men in Black
  57. 56Snake Eyes
  58. 57Tang Soo
  59. 58Ci Sono
  60. 59Entertaining Visitors
  61. 60Fairy Tales
  62. 61The Sisters Grow Up
  63. 62There’s No Place Like Home
  64. Thanks
  65. About the Author
  66. Also by Sara Paretsky
  67. About the Publisher

It pains us to label someone born and bred in Kansas as an outside agitator, but Emerald Ferring has become part of the flag-burning leftist establishment that runs Hollywood. Communist-sympathizing women in England have turned Greenham Common Air Base into a shameful collaboration with the Russians. That’s what pinkos like Emerald Ferring want to do to Lawrence. It’s bad enough for ABC to film an anti-nuke movie here. Uncle Ivan is going to think America is soft on nuclear war.

Ferring’s presence at the missile silo drew a rowdy crowd from as far away as St. Louis and Omaha. The riot that broke out, thanks to rabble-rousing from her and her friends, was a shameful blot on our county and our city. She should stay in Hollywood with the other red rats who hate America.

9
Red Menace

“Wow. Strong medicine.” I folded the page and put it in my case. “Was Ferring arrested? What happened?”

Cady scrolled through the fiche. She tapped a finger on the screen to show me an article that had run the following day, but she gave me the highlights without looking at it—she’d been through this story more than once.

“The air force was in charge of the silo, so they could have arrested people under military law or something, but they didn’t—they took them away forcibly. I guess they didn’t want any more negative publicity than they already had.”

The Air Force escorted the demonstrators to buses, which drove them to Lawrence, where they were free to go about their business. At the request of U.S. Air Force Col. Malcolm Pavant, we are withholding photos of the protesters. We don’t want people defacing a military installation to glorify themselves in public.

The article concluded with a comment from Colonel Pavant, who said the air force appreciated the support of the local law-enforcement agencies “and also of the many Kansans who understand that when you are facing an enemy like the Russians, you have to be prepared to make sacrifices.” Pavant didn’t spell out the sacrifices, but I suppose they included incineration in a nuclear holocaust.

Cady moved aside while I read through the next several days’ worth of the paper, but she was right, there was no further mention of Emerald, or indeed of any other protesters, by name. The Douglas County Herald was doing its duty as diligent guardians of the First Amendment by keeping people who peaceably assembled out of the paper.

“Does the missile silo still exist?” I asked. “Where is it?”