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have to send American citizens to an island with psychopathic killers?
    "Members of Congress, these are sick men.   Sick.    I am sure you understand that.   These are men who kill and rape and steal, often just for the fun of it.   These men have none of the psychological controls you and I have.   What they need is a therapeutic environment, a place where professionals can help them, a place where they can reconsider their criminal impulses."
    Frank could see the final torpedo heading for his sinking ship. For the first time the committee listened intently.
    "If you let these men go, innocent people will die.   If you let these men go, crime will be treated lightly. If you let these men go, years of important effort by prison psychologists will be in vain.   If you let these men go..."
    Doc jumped up and tried to point at Adamson with his manacled hands, "if you let these men go, motherfuckers like Adamson will lose their jobs. They'll have to go out and work for a living."
    The committee laughed.   Adamson's spell was broken.   Frank pulled Doc back down into his chair.   "Apologize," Frank whispered. Doc got back up and muttered an apology.
    Murphy spoke up. "It's important for Congress to explore these ideas, no matter how unusual they are.   We have to…"   He launched into a long speech,   re-hashing what Adamson had said, his eye ever on the cameras.
    Frank wanted to put his hand on his forehead. Rudy, Rudy, I know.   I know what's coming.   Murphy is going to jump ship.
    Suddenly a page approached the congressman with a note.   Murphy read the message, looked out in the audience to the person the young man indicated, scribbled something on the note and handed it back to the page   -   and all the time he was still talking.
    The young man carried the note back to the audience.   Frank turned around to see a well-dressed businessman.
    Frank couldn't believe what he was hearing.   Without losing a beat, Murphy was endorsing the island prison idea.   "Prison budget out of control," "work or starve," "excellent proposal."
    The page handed Murphy another piece of paper.   More scribbling in the middle of the speech and the note went back to the page.This time, however, the young man handed the message to one of the guards who handed it to Boss Gilmore.Why was Boss Gilmore getting a note from Congressman Murphy?   What was going on?   If Boss Gilmore was involved, it was sure to be shady.
    Frank nudged Doc and nodded toward Gilmore.   Doc shrugged.
    Frank shifted his attention back on Congressman Murphy,    "... and so, Mr. Chairman, I'm asking for a recess, while staff research another island.   I think this idea deserves serious consideration."
    Frank watched the committee leave the room. All right, Rudy, what's going on?   Myidea, hammered out of history and sociology, is about to be melted down by charlatans .

 
    Chapter 4
     
     
    Frank wished he had his rough, straight, wooden prison chair.    This massive chair with its padded leather inlays was a mockery.He was not a congressman, he was not an important business leader.   In fact, right now, with the hearing over, he felt like a loser.
    This was a private meeting room, off the public room, a room for members of Congress to make deals. The upper part of the room, Frank thought, bespoke cleanliness and upright behavior,   with its light green walls and its framed pictures of Washington and the Constitution.But at his level, at the table, the dark polished wood and the deep, dark chairs allowed all manner of deals to go forward.
    The three inmates waited for their transportation back to prison.   Gilmore sat at one end of the table, using the phone, having persuaded his guard to dial collect for him.   Frank thought he fit in perfectly with the table and chairs.   Frank and Doc sat at the other end.   Two guards blocked the door, but one had the door open a crack to look for the transport officer.
    Doc was spending his time