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    “But to continue, ‘And God said unto him, I am God almighty: be fruitful and multiply; a nation and a company of nations shall be of thee, and kings shall come out of thy loins; and the land which I gave Abraham and Isaac, to thee will I give it, and to thy seed after thee will I give the land.”
    Carter closed the Bible and paused dramatically.
    “You see, folks, Jacob, descendent of Seth, was the father of the chosen people, chosen by God to form ‘a nation and a company of nations.’ Now, what is that nation? The present-day, so-called Israel? Don’t you believe it. That’s what they’d all like us to believe, that’s the hogwash we’ve been asked to swallow, but it just isn’t true. Can’t be! Why not? Because, among other things, where is the company of nations to go along with it? All I see is that impostor Jew state and a bunch of strung-together Arab sheikdoms. The sons of Esau, the sons of Ham, not the sons of Jacob, the sons of Seth! That’s not what God had in mind, no sir, not at all.”
    Neal leaned over to Graham and asked, “Do you think he’s going to tell us what God had in mind?”
    “I think so.”
    He did. The Reverend C. Wesley Carter, founder and pastor of the True Christian Identity Church, laid out the grand design for them. How the true descendants of Seth and Jacob migrated out of the Near East, how they took their wives, kids, and cattle and journeyed north and west, eventually coming to settle in Germany, England, Scandinavia, and the British Isles. They were the lost tribe of Israel, who finally found the promised land—America.
    “But the Jew, the jealous Jew, the sons of scheming Satan, the sons of murderous Cain, the sons of cunning Esau, they crept into Eden again. We have a Jew banking system and a Jew press, a Jew government and a Jew-dicial system! We have sold our birthright to Esau! And we will have to buy it back with tears and sacrifice and blood!
    “But that’s another sermon. Let us conclude with a prayer.”
    “Amen,” Neal said.
    Back out in the limo Neal said, “So Harley got religion.”
    “If you want to call it that. I just wanted you to see what we’re dealing with here,” Graham said.
    “Less than a full deck, that’s for sure.”
    “Funny kid.”
    The driver actually turned around in his seat and looked at Graham. The driver was pissed off at having had to sit for an hour and change in the crotch of the city.
    “You ready to go back to the hotel now?” he asked.
    “Why not?”
    Neal sat back in the upholstered seat and looked out through the tinted window.
    “Okay,” he said. “Are you going to tell me the whole story now?”
    “Not yet.”
    “When?”
    “When we get back to the hotel.”
    So Neal looked out the smoky window and watched the palm trees through the haze of sunshine and smog and wondered what was waiting for him back at the hotel.
    Ed Levine looked like a brown bear at the zoo as he climbed out of the swimming pool and shook off the water. He grabbed a towel off his chaise longue, wiped himself off, and stepped to the edge of the pool area to greet Neal Carey.
    “I never thought I’d hear myself saying this,” Ed said as he stuck out his hand, “but it’s good to see you.”
    “Good to see you,” Neal said, realizing with some surprise that he actually meant it. Ed Levine had been his boss, his rival, his nemesis for about a dozen years.
    They stood awkwardly staring at each other for a few moments—Ed in bikini swimming trunks, water dripping into a pool at his feet, Neal trying to keep his new shoes from getting wet.
    “So how have you been?” Neal asked.
    “Divorced.”
    “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be. I’m not,” Levine said. “So how was China? Did you have a good time?”
    “Terrific.”
    Joe Graham asked, “Is this touching moment over? Can we get to work?”
    “Is he on?” Levine asked Graham.
    “He’s on,” Neal answered.
    “Let’s grab a table. I’ve had lunch sent