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finish line, as if he himself wasn’t fully aware of his own God-given swiftness.
    The crowd was going nuts as Sam approached the yellow police tape marking the finish line. Dewey was at least twenty feet behind him. No one else was even in sight yet.
    Just before the finish line, Sam stopped. He leaned over, in pain, catching his breath, as Dewey approached. Sam stood just in front of the line, waiting for Dewey.
    “What are you doing?” Dewey panted.
    Sam shook his head as he tried to catch his breath.
    “I want you to win,” he said. “Next year’ll be my time.”
    Dewey pushed him across the police tape. The crowd let out a wild chorus of cheers.
    Dewey waited for Reagan to arrive at the finish line. He watched with a big smile on his face as she ran the last few feet and crossed. Finally, he stepped over the police tape, taking third.
    Sam lumbered over to him.
    “Why’d you do that?” he asked, panting. “I wouldn’ta run if I knew you was going to do that.”
    “ Were going to do that,” corrected Dewey. “You won, Sam. Deal with it.”
    He put his hand on his nephew’s shoulder. As he did so, he again registered the foreboding sight of the black sedan, parked along Court Street, vapor rising from the tailpipe into the air.
    “Wanna go get some pancakes?” asked Sam.
    Dewey smiled.
    “Sure. Give me a few minutes.”
    *   *   *
    Dewey walked slowly to Court Street. As he approached the sedan, the back door suddenly opened. A man in a suit climbed out. He was tall, a bit heavy, with thick black hair. The man, Hector Calibrisi, director of the Central Intelligence Agency, stared at Dewey for several seconds without saying anything. Finally, he spoke.
    “Hi, Dewey.”
    “Hector.”
    “How you been?” asked Calibrisi.
    “Good.”
    “You win the race?”
    “No.”
    There was a brief pause in the conversation, then Calibrisi cleared his throat.
    “I need to speak with you,” he said.
    “I told you on the phone, I’m not interested in coming back.”
    “Jessica died six months ago, Dewey.”
    “Did you fly up here just to remind me of that?” Dewey glared at Calibrisi.
    “I’m sorry. That came out wrong.”
    “Who were those people up here skulking around? Did you send them?”
    Calibrisi shook his head.
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “Who did?”
    Calibrisi crossed his arms and leaned back against the car. He shot the driver a look, telling him to turn the car off.
    “Some people are worried about you.”
    “Who were they?” Dewey asked again.
    “Shrinks hired by the Senate Intelligence Committee,” said Calibrisi. “Senator Furr.”
    “If anyone tries to fuck with me, Hector—”
    Calibrisi held up his hand.
    “Stop,” he said, as he cast his eyes about, instinctively aware of the danger of their conversation being listened to through electronic surveillance.
    “Stop what?”
    “Just don’t say it.”
    Dewey bent over, putting his hands on his knees, and stared at the ground. He was still breathing heavily from the race.
    Calibrisi crouched so that he was close to Dewey.
    “Why were they here?” whispered Dewey.
    Calibrisi was quiet. He looked away, avoiding the question.
    “What are you not telling me?”
    “Someone is attempting to have you classified as a breach risk, ” said Calibrisi.
    “ What the fuck does that mean? ” Dewey said, his temper rising.
    “You have knowledge,” said Calibrisi. “All NOCs do. If that knowledge fell into the wrong hands, it could be devastating.”
    “That’s insane.”
    “We lost two NOCs last year. One to China, one to Russia. That’s just a fact.”
    Dewey stood.
    “I never wanted the designation and you know it.”
    “You agreed to it.”
    “I’m not a security threat,” said Dewey. “Go tell them to fuck off.”
    “That’s the last thing we want to do,” Calibrisi said. “We need to be calm here.”
    Dewey nodded.
    “What do they do with breach risks?”
    Calibrisi took a deep breath.
    “It could mean a few