Alli took a moment to absorb what Kray said before replying: "What about the totalitarianism of Hitler and Stalin?"

A knowing smile spread across Kray's face. "The Vatican acquiesced to Hitler. In fact, it rushed to knuckle under in 1933, signing a treaty with Hitler forbidding German Catholics to participate in any form of political activity that criticized the regime. After the war, it provided documents, false passports and the like, enabling Nazis to flee to South America, and no German was ever excommunicated for war crimes. The historical connection of the Christian churches with fascism is undeniable and a matter of public record. Hardly surprising, when you think about it. Totalitarianism attracts totalitarianism. Its members are absolutists-by definition, they cannot apologize for their transgressions. Think about it for a moment. Totalitarianism whether it be religious in nature like the Christian church or political in nature like history's fascist states is all faith-based. Absolute faith in one's infallible leaders.

"At least we secularists have the freedom-and the duty-to admit our mistakes, and to correct them."

Alli, eyes turned inward, was lost in thought. She was absorbing everything, like a sponge. "It's true. I see things that frighten me," she said at length. "A group of people with tremendous power and inflexible views, everyone else afraid to speak up, more limits put on personal freedoms." She pursed her lips. "What does it mean? It's unthinkable, but could it be that we're inching away from democracy?"

"The very fact that you're asking the question is cause for celebration." Kray pushed his plate to one side. "Now you tell me. Your opinion is as important as mine."

Her lips curled in an ironic smile. "Even though I've lived a life of privilege?"

"Precisely because you've lived a life of privilege," Kray said seriously.

She rose, gathered the plates and cutlery.

"You don't have to do that," he said.

"I'm stronger now." Her hands full, Alli walked over to the sink with decidedly less difficulty. Her back to him, she began to wash the dishes.

Kray stood. "Alli?"

"Yes?"

"You're free to go any time you want."

Alli scrubbed a plate free of yolk and grease, placed it with great deliberation on the drainboard rack. "If I go home," she said without turning around, "I'll stop learning."

TWENTY — THREE

STOP 'N' shop," Armitage said, "what's that?" He was even more jittery now. His face was as white as the sleet bouncing off the car's windshield.

Jack turned down Kirby Road about five miles from Claiborne. "It's when you intercept a perp-a suspect-grill him about where he's going, why he's in the area, what he's got in his vehicle."

"Where's your probable cause?"

Jack pulled out his gun. "Here's my probable cause."

"You can't just-"

"What are you, an ex-priest and an ex-lawyer?"

Armitage fell silent. While he tried to gather himself, Jack said, "Give me the BMW's tag number."

Armitage showed him the pad, but Jack's emotions were running too high, he was under too much stress for him to be able to get to the mental place where he could concentrate enough to make sense of what Armitage had jotted down.

"Read it to me."

Armitage looked at him quizzically.

"I can't take my eyes off the road," Jack lied. He'd never get over the shame of his disability.

Armitage read off the license tag.

Jack called Bennett back. "I need a check on a gray late-model Five series BMW, tag number two-four-nine-nine CXE. Right. Thanks."

Jack closed the connection. They drove awhile in an uneasy silence.

At length, Armitage said, "I didn't sign on for this."

"You want out?"

Armitage looked at Jack, seemed abruptly ashamed.

"Tell me more about the FASR."

Armitage ran a hand through his soaking hair.

"Come on," Jack urged, "the talking'll do you good."

"All right." Armitage licked his lips nervously. "What we believe, first and foremost, is that an ethical life can be led without religion. In fact, it's religion of all stripes that most batters the ethical life into submission. The word of the lord God is the best method devised by man to twist ethics, morality, to escape the consequence of your actions. The pious can get away with all manner of heinous crimes-burning people at the stake, quite literally turning their guts inside out-all in the name of God. The so-called laws of religion have been rewritten over and over in order to justify the actions of the religious elders."

It was at that precise moment that Jack felt a slight prickling at the back of his neck. The hair on his forearms stirred as if magnetized, and his eyes were drawn to the rearview mirror. For a moment, he thought he was losing his mind, for there sat his own beloved Emma looking back at him with her clear eyes, as alive as she had ever been.

"Dad-"

He heard her voice! It was definitely her voice, but when he glanced over at Armitage, it was clear that the other man had heard nothing. Jack scrubbed his face with his hand, glanced again at the rearview mirror, which now showed the road behind, traffic moving in normal locomotion. No one was in the backseat.

He swallowed hard. What was causing these hallucinations? he asked himself. They had to be hallucinations, right? What else could they be?

With an enormous effort, he returned his attention to the man sitting beside him. He had been going to ask him another question entirely, but what came out of his mouth was, "Does that mean you don't believe in God?"

"God doesn't enter into it," Armitage said matter-of-factly. "It's what religion has done in god's name that we're rebelling against."

"Then you have in common with E-Two their desire for a Second Enlightenment."

Armitage sighed. "We do. But we strenuously disagree with their methods. They're extremists, and like all extremists, they're wholly goal-oriented. They see only the shortest distance, the straight path to victory, and that invariably involves violence. As with all extremists the world over and down through history, the means to their goal is of no interest to them."

"That much I get." Jack was watching the side mirror, but nothing suspicious showed itself. His cell buzzed. It was the president-elect. Jack must have missed his hourly check-in. He answered the call, assured Edward Carson that in pursuing his own line of investigation he was making progress. There was nothing more he could say with Armitage sitting right next to him. Carson seemed to understand that Jack wasn't in a position to speak freely and he rang off.

"What I don't understand is why Garner and his people think you're an E-Two training ground," Jack said.

"That's a sore point, I admit." Armitage folded his arms across his chest. "Over the past months-I don't know how many, but certainly it's under a year-a number of our younger members have left. In fact, they've dropped out of sight. We've heard rumors that some of them surfaced in E-Two, but so far as we know, that's all they are-rumors."

At least Garner has something right, Jack thought.

"If we're a training ground," Armitage went on, "it's totally inadvertent. This is still a free country-" He looked pointedly at Jack. "-more or less. Neither Pete nor I nor anyone else can control what our members do. Unlike the Church, we've no wish to."

Jack's phone buzzed. It was Bennett.

"You sure about the number you gave me?"

"Two-four-nine-nine CXE," Jack said.

"Then you've got a problem, my friend." The voice was tight, whispered.

"How serious?"

"That BMW is a Dark Car."

"What the hell is that?" Jack said.

"There's no registration attached to that particular tag, no info in the data bank whatsoever." There was a slight pause. "Which means it belongs to a government black ops division. They have no official oversight."