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Subject: {ASSM} Gray Shades of Evil (Epilogue) {3/3}
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			Grey Shades of Evil

				By ElSol


Epilogue: One month later

	The Senator was standing next to the tree the Mexicans had
almost crashed avoiding his youngest daughter. One of the men was
now their driver and the other accompanied his daughter wherever
she went. Their legal immigration had been pushed through the
system at the Senator's request.

	His youngest daughter stood staring at the words carved into the
tree.

{c}R.I.S.

{c}Catherine Stewart

{c}Loving Sister

	"What does it mean?" she asked her father.

	"Rest In Silence" the Senator said the words he had been given.

	"He did it for her?" she asked looking at her father with only
most of the fear that had lived there for four months.

	"I don't know," he told her honestly. It was a question that had
haunted him since the details of the Merchant massacre, the FBI's
name for it, came out.

	The FBI's interest had been focused on a body count of Merchant
victims when the first non-family body had been found. The death
of an FBI agent and a Senator's oldest daughter at the hands of
the Merchants had also made its way to the public realm.

	The FBI Director had insisted the investigation of the Merchant
family deaths had to take a backseat to identifying as many of
their victims as possible. The Senator had made a statement that
families around the country had a right to know if this was the
hole that had taken their children. Individual FBI agents when
cornered had admitted that the Merchants had been cleanly and
professionally executed. As a group, they believed someone had
followed a missing family member to the Merchants and the best
way to find that person was to identify the victims.

	"How many people did they kill?" she asked leaning down and
taking a flower from the well-cared gravesite. The women in town
had told her they did it as a tribute to their savior. She was as
sure that they did not mean Catherine's brother, as she was that
hers had been the only ears that would ever hear them say it.
Their words had been unnecessary; her father had told her his
version of the Merchant massacre.

	"We've identified 55 remains," he told her.

	"Only fifty-five?" she asked surprised. He thought about lying
but she had seen enough truth in the death of her older sister.

	"Those are the ones we're almost sure we'll have names for
eventually," he whispered. "Families with missing members around
the country are taking DNA tests."

	She nodded and looked at the grave.

	"I'd like to meet him," she told her father with strength in her
voice.

	"That's not a good idea," he said to her but could not make it
more than a suggestion. The Senator had read all the reports and
had no interest in seeing his daughter and some who could kill
like that in the same room.

	She turned her face towards Conception and listened for
something out of her days of terror. She turned her back to the
town and looked at her father.

	"I'd rather be afraid of him."

{c} The End
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