Chapter Twelve
Questions
Back in the observation post Nathaniel began to paw over every bit of information they had. He turned to one of the marshals.
"This main drag he walks on all the time seems to have an awful lot of offices for different political organizations. Any of them known to be involved with the Whitenicks?"
The marshal came over and picked up the sheets. "Well," he said, "we're not sure but we've had some questions about Parents For Reasonable Laws. They're supposed to be anti gay, but we've been noticing their leader's been using some rather odd words lately and though some of the Jewish community and the colored community are working with them he tends to avoid them.
There's also The Hell Riders local bike group. They make no qualms that they're white only. Couple of them were involved in a racial beating three months ago. They never went to trail, were killed in a bike accident. Kind of a weird thing. And then of course, there's our dear city counselor, Mr. Gloryfield, who says he's the community's protector against the forces of evil, but is one of the biggest drug dealers in the city, and runs the local prostitution ring. He's known to express his opinions that all blacks and Asians should be shipped back where they came from, that The United States should be white, and primarily Catholic.
Those are the worst ones on the street. There's a couple of others, but they're so scared of their own shadow they wouldn't consider anything violent."
"I want those three offices watched!" Nathaniel ordered. "I want to know who's going to visit there, and when, before the people in there do."
"Yes sir!" The Marshal snapped. He picked up the phone and made some calls. When he got done he came over kind of chuckling.
"Well, we won't have to worry about Gloryfield," the marshal announced, "he just managed to get himself caught with another man's wife this morning, and the man wasn't too happy. He's now in the lock up and Gloryfield in the hospital. They say his neck's broken. If he lives he'll be totally paralyzed and there may be brain damage. The guy did quite a job!"
"They usually do. You better warn the local police to be extremely careful they don't in some way violate the man's rights and get the case thrown out of court. You'd be surprised how many times that happened," Nathaniel warned.
"I'll spread the word," the marshal came back with a soft laugh. "I'll spread the word."