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know Mr. Walker?”
     
    I could feel Mac’s stare, though I fought the urge to look over at him.
     
    “Just met him today.”
     
    “Oh, so you had no prior knowledge of Mr. Walker before today?”
     
    Again I paused, taking just a few seconds to construct a response.
     
    “I had never met him in person, that’s correct.”
     
    “That’s not what I asked you Mr. Neeson.  I asked you if you had any prior knowledge of Mr. Walker prior to today.  Please answer the question.”
     
    “I…yes…I had heard stories.  From my father.”
     
    “And how did your father know Mr. Walker?”
     
    “He was a client.”
     
    “Of your father’s?”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    ‘Your father was an attorney, is that correct?”
     
    Again I was being asked a question by Carol Denny that he apparently already knew the answer to.
     
    “Correct.”
     
    “And why did your father encourage you to visit here, to visit Alaska?”
     
    I sensed the attempted trap, and remained silent.
     
    “Mr. Neeson, I’ll ask you again.  Why did your father encourage you to visit here?”
     
    ‘That’s none of your business.”
     
    Carol Denny leaned back slightly, then folded his hands on the table and again attempted a little smile.
     
    “Just answer the question Mr. Neeson.”
     
    “No, it’s none of your business.”
     
    “Mr. Neeson, you are a visitor in my jurisdiction.  I am a compliance officer of the New United Nations .  I assure you, it very much is my business.  So I will ask you one more time, why did your father encourage you to come here?”
     
    The music no longer played inside the Freedom Tavern, and I saw out of the corner of my eye Mac give a brief gesture to the man seated across the room.  The two men at the bar shifted in their seats and I could sense the tension in their bodies – coiled and ready to move quickly.
     
    The silence, though only a handful of seconds, felt much longer.
     
    Carol Denny once again leaned forward in his seat, his eyes now begging me for a response.  His rounded face was kind, his left hand trembling just slightly.  This was a man who did not want confrontation.
     
    “Please Mr. Neeson, I don’t want to have to take you in.  I will though.  It’s…it’s my job…my responsibility to do so.”
     
    I found myself now leaning forward as well, sensing that the older man wanted to be anywhere but here.
     
    “Maybe you can tell me who sent you out here Officer Denny.  Is that the right title?  Officer?”
     
    Carol Denny shrugged.
     
    “Sure.  It’s actually Compliance Officer Denny, but Officer Denny is fine too.  I’m not stuck on titles…I’m just a guy doing his job.”
     
    “So who sent you out here to do this job?  I’ve been here just over an hour and then you show up?  You must have been ordered out here almost as soon as I left the reservation.”
     
    Officer Denny used both his hands to rub his eyes before looking back at me.
     
    “Yes…you were being tracked since you left the Lower 48.  We knew as soon as you entered Alaska, and as soon as you made the trip out here.  So, I answered your question.  How about you answer mine so we can wrap this up?”
     
    “You didn’t answer my question though Officer Denny – I asked who ordered you to follow me all the way out here and interview me.”
     
    “The Compliance Office in Anchorage, there’s your answer.  Now Mr. Neeson, I’ve entertained your question long enough.  Let’s get back to you answering my questions.  Why did your father send you to Alaska?”
     
    “I don’t know, you would have to ask him.  He’s dead though, but you already know that, right?”
     
    Carol Denny leaned forward again, looking over at Mac before whispering a response.
     
    “Mr. Neeson, these people…I would suggest you turn around and go home.  Nothing productive will come of this.  Your personal safety…you are putting that at great risk the longer you stay here.  How long do you