Better in this sense: After they had completed the Modification here in New York, they’d return to their home in Southern Illinois, murder Matthew and blame it on some hapless black or Latino plucked at random from a soup kitchen in Alton or East St Louis. Matthew would be a martyr and Billy would take over the American Families First Council, building it into the finest militia in the country.

Billy would be king and Harriet queen. Or queen mother. Well, both really.

The AFFC was one of dozens of militias around the country all joined in a loose alliance. The names were different but the views virtually identical: state or municipal or – best of all – clan rights over federal, ending the liberal media’s lock on propaganda, complete cessation of aid to or intervention in foreign countries, a ban on homosexuality (not just gay marriage), outlawing mixed marriage and supporting separate (and not necessarily equal) doctrines for the races, kicking all immigrants out of the country, a Christ-inspired government, homeschooling. Limitations on non-Christian religious practices.

Many, many Americans held these views or some of them but the problem such militias faced in expanding membership wasn’t their views, but that they were run by people like Matthew Stanton – aging, unimaginative men with no appeal whatsoever except to aging unimaginative men.

There was no doubt that Uncle Matthew Stanton had been effective in his day. He was a charismatic lecturer and teacher. He believed to his core in the teachings of Christ and of the founding fathers – the devout Christian ones, at least. But he’d never had a win like the Oklahoma City bombing. And his proactive approach to fighting for the cause was the mundane killing or maiming of an abortion doctor occasionally, firebombing a clinic or IRS office, beating up migrant workers or Muslims or gays.

Harriet Stanton, though, far more ambitious than her husband, knew that the militia would die out within the next decade unless they brought new blood, new approaches to spreading their political message and appealing to a younger, hipper audience. The Modification had been her idea – though spoon-fed slowly to Matthew to make him believe that he’d thought of it.

As Harriet and Billy had lain on the settee in the Oleander Room several months ago, she’d explained her vision to her nephew. ‘We need somebody in charge who can appeal to the new generation. Excitement. Enthusiasm. Creative thinking. Social media. You’ll bring the young people in. When you talk about the Rule, they’ll listen. The boys will idolize you. The girls’ll have crushes. You can get them to do anything. You’ll be the Harry Potter of the cause.