Hapke continued, “You don’t need to worry about what my people are doing. Just carry the message back to Director Sanderson. If all goes well, we’ll be done with our business by tomorrow evening and no one else will get hurt.”
Fred could tell the man was lying. He had every intention of killing those hostages. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “This is Mohawk land, protected by the spirits of my ancestors; they are the ones you have to worry about.”
Hapke laughed. “You’re the second person today to try and scare me with ghost stories, old man. That crippled senator said pretty much the same thing.”
“Sounds like a smart man,” said Fred coolly.
Hapke shook his head. “I don’t believe in ghosts, and ghost stories don’t scare me. Let’s get down to business.”
“You’ve been warned,” the old man said with a sigh, but he clasped his hands in front of his belly and raised his brows in a way that indicated Hapke should start talking.
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