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to have a word with the press secretary about this or anything else. That son of a bitch Major Trader couldn’t be trusted, andeverybody knew it except the governor. Wooo, Macovich worried from inside his cloud of smoke. If the state police started picking on those Tangier people, there was going to be nothing but trouble.
    “Let me ask you something,” Macovich asked as he walked into Trader’s office. “You ever been to Tangier Island or even met a Tangierian?”
    “It’s not the sort of place I would visit.” Trader was perched over his keyboard and eating a chili dog that one of his assistants had brought him for a snack. “How many times do I have to tell you to take your sunglasses off when you’re inside a building or it’s after dark? I’ve worked very hard to change the image of all you troopers so the public doesn’t perceive you as a bunch of thickheaded brutes.” He gobbled up half of the hotdog in one mouthful and dribbled mustard on his stained, unfashionable tie. “Just because you’re plainclothes EPU and fly around in helicopters doesn’t mean you can go against protocol and make everybody look bad.”
    “Wooo, we’re gonna look bad, all right,” Macovich retorted, leaving his sunglasses on. “We go roaring into that island with our big helicopters and start handing out speeding tickets, those people are gonna do something about it.”
    “I believe that would be a mistake.” Trader wiped his flabby lips with a greasy napkin and strategized quickly. The governor had yet to inform him that the first speed traps would be set on Tangier Island, but he wasn’t about to let Macovich sense as much. “We’ll lock every one of them in jail,” he added as if he had already given much thought to the consequences should the Islanders rebel.
    “Oh, now that’s a good one, Mister Press Secretary,” Macovich said, sarcastically. “Let’s lock up the entire island of fishermen, women, and children. Not to mention all the old folks. We’ve got highway pirates running around loose out there beating the shit out of innocent truck drivers and smuggling dope into Canada, but we gonna make sure none of them Tangierians go too fast in their golf carts.”
    Trader licked his fingers and wiped them on his voluminous trousers. “I wouldn’t push my luck, if I were you,” he snipped. “Not after you cheated at pool the other night. Naughty, naughty.”
    “I didn’t cheat!” Macovich bellowed so loudly that other state employees poked their heads out of offices up and down the hall.
    “The First Family certainly thinks you did, and it’s just fortunate for you that the governor has more important matters on his mind,” Trader retorted haughtily. “I’d hate to be the one who reminds him that you aren’t very popular in the mansion these days. You certainly wouldn’t be the first EPU trooper to find himself back in uniform, riding around in a car all day and night.”
    “Well, Superintendent Hammer ain’t gonna do that to me, ’cause then who’s gonna fly the governor’s old, blind ass around, huh? Who’s gonna fly the First Family’s lazy big asses around, huh?”
    “Would you please lower your voice?” Trader raised his.
    Macovich stepped closer to the faux colonial desk, his sunglasses glaring at Trader. “In case you’ve forgotten,” Macovich snarled, “we’re down to two helicopter pilots ’cause First Lady Crimm runs ’em all off.” Macovich turned to walk out, then spun back around. “And guess what else, Trader? Life ain’t no big plantation anymore, and one of these days you’re gonna wake up and find yourself smack in the goddamn middle of Gone With the Wind !”
     
    U NIQUE First had never seen Gone With the Wind or read the novel, but she could relate to the expression. She had always been able to disappear without a trace, and as a child had discovered that if she rearranged her molecules while trespassing or breaking into her neighbors’ homes, she would