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list of ten people you’re concerned about and pray for them. Then we’ll get together every week and debrief.”
    Irene could only imagine how that would all sound to Rayford. Maybe she wouldn’t tell him until the time was right. To her, it sounded perfect.
    Nicolae was glad to have the floor at the bank. “I want to take advantage of globalism,” he said. “I want to buy

    and sell and trade at the touch of a button. I am particularly intrigued by the new electronic technology originating in the United States and want to contract to bring oral-cellular communications to Europe. Have you heard of it?”
    “Where they implant sensors in your teeth?” an officer said.
    “Exactly. You hear the vibrations and tones directly in your mouth and inner ear, and no one else can hear them. It is sweeping the States, and I aim to corner the market on it here. Ion can show you in a matter of minutes that my company is worth well more than what I am seeking.”
    It turned out to be almost too easy. Ion was nervous but thorough. The bank agreed that time was of the essence. They prepared documents outlining the schedule of payouts and paybacks on the money, and Nicolae left with assurances that the first fifth of the amount would be in his business account by the close of the next day.
    Twenty-one-year-old Cameron Williams lounged in ancient Nassau Hall on the campus of Princeton University in New Jersey, idly leafing through
Global Weekly
magazine while waiting for his date. She lived in student housing a few blocks south but insisted on meeting him here. His own dorm was to the north.
    Cameron read
Global Weekly
every chance he got.

    His dream was to win an internship there before leaving Princeton, his ultimate goal working for the magazine.
Time
or
Newsweek
would be all right too, but he considered GW the ultimate.
    A short piece in the People section caught his eye. A Pan-Con Airlines pilot was being lauded for averting a crash in Los Angeles, certainly saving the lives of hundreds aboard both his and a US Air craft on the ground. Captain Rayford Steele had gone from being suspected of procedural improprieties to hero status when the airlines and the National Transportation Safety Board concluded their investigations. Apparently the craft had been deemed sound before takeoff, a minor issue having been taken care of, and the captain had followed protocol. But after losing an engine and facing limited visibility, he’d had to manhandle the plane to safety.
    Cameron glanced at his watch and tossed the magazine on a table. He stood and checked his longish blond hair in a mirror. He missed Tucson, but the Ivy League was the place to be if he wanted a career in frontline journalism. Sure, Princeton was known for its emphasis on architecture, engineering, and science, but its preceptorial approach, fostering self-study and individualism, fit Cameron perfectly. The journalism track in liberal arts should prove to be a stepping-stone to the career he wanted.
    Cameron Williams didn’t want to just read about heroes. He didn’t even care to be one. He just wanted to write about them.

    Something was happening with Rayford, and he couldn’t make sense of it. After three consecutive weeks when he was coincidentally off work on Sundays and able to attend church with Irene and the kids, he found himself restless, uncomfortable.
    He was too young for a midlife crisis, and yet this had all the earmarks. It was as if he had settled into the life he had dreamed of and was now wondering if this was all there was. He had an attractive, even vivacious wife, a perky blonde daughter who reminded him of himself, and a young son, on whom he pinned many dreams. They had a nice home and two cars they shouldn’t have stretched to afford.
    Rayford had even enjoyed a brief season of celebrity. His heroics at LAX—though they had hardly seemed so at the time; desperate measures were more like it—had earned him a squib in all three major