When he returned the lawyer looked troubled and said, "We're supposed to sit tight here for a bit. Weir's escaped."

"No! Is Grady safe?"

"I don't know. I assume he's got guards looking out for him."

The prisoner sighed in disgust. "You know who's going to come off the heavy? Me, that's who. I've had it. I'm just sick and tired of this crap. I'm going to find out where Weir is and what he's up to."

"You? How?"

"I'll have everybody I can muster up in Canton Falls track down Jeddy Barnes. Maybe they can convince him to let us know where Weir is and what he's doing."

"Hold on, Andrew," Roth said uneasily. "Nothing illegal up there."

"No. I'll make sure of that."

"I'm sure Grady'll appreciate it."

"Between you and me, Joe, I don't give a rat's ass about Grady. This's for me. Giving 'em Weir and Jeddy's head on a platter—I do that and maybe at last everybody'll believe I'm on the up-and-up. Now let's make some phone calls and get to the bottom of this mess."

Chapter Thirty-eight

Hobbs Wentworth didn't get away from Canton Falls very often.

Dressed like a janitor, wheeling a cart containing push brooms, mops and his "fishing gear" (that is, his Colt AR-15 semiautomatic assault rifle), Hobbs Wentworth realized that life in the big city had changed quite a bit in the past twenty years, the last time he'd been here.

And he noted that everything he'd heard about the slow cancer eating away the white race was true.

Lord above our green pastures, look at this: there were more Japanese people or Chinese or something—who could tell?—than in Tokyo. And Hispanics everywhere in this part of New York City, like mosquitoes. And rag-heads too, who he didn't see why they weren't simply rounded up and shot because of the Trade Towers. A woman in one of those Moslem outfits, all covered up, was crossing the street.

He had a fast urge to kill her because she might know somebody who knew somebody who'd attacked his country.

And Indians and Pakistanis too, who should be sent back home because he couldn't understand what the fuck they were saying, not to mention they weren't Christians.

Hobbs was furious at what the government had done, opening up the borders and letting these animals inside, to gobble up the country and force decent people into little islands of safety—places like Canton Falls—which were getting smaller and smaller every day.