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. I'm not trying to warn this bloke that someone
is gunning for him; I'm trying to find out why. When I know why I might approve
so heartily that I would just sit back and enjoy it... or even be so inspired by
the purpose that I would carry out the intent of the late Mr. Schultz as a
service to mankind.
"Contrariwise, I might disagree so bitterly that I would enlist for the
duration, volunteer my life and my services to the sacred cause of keeping this
assassination from happening. Unlikely if the intended target is Ron Tolliver.
But it's too early to choose sides; I need to understand what is going on. Gwen
my love, in the killing business one should never kill first and ask questions
afterwards. That tends to annoy people."
I turned back to the terminal, stared at it without touching a key. "Gwen,
before we make any local calls I think I should place six time-delay calls, one
to each of the Friends of Walker Evans. That's my basic clue anyhow, that
Schultz could mention that name. Some one of that six gave him that name... and
that one should know why Schultz was in such a sweat."
"'Time delay'? Are they all out-far?"
"I don't know. One is probably on Mars, two others may be in the Belt.
Could even be one or two dirtside but, if so, under phony names just as I am.
Gwen, the debacle that caused me to give up the merry profession of arms and
caused six of my comrades to wind up as my blood brothers
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