Conners started thrashing on the workbench, yelling “No, no please! The guy in Boston gives me orders. I check in at O’Keefe’s, an Irish hangout. O’Hara is the IRA fund-raiser. He uses O’Keefe’s as his headquarters.”

“What does he look like?” Peter asked.

“He’s a little man but mean as a snake. Has a beard and walks with a cane. Also wears glasses with no rims. He’s in a back room at O’Keefe’s after ten most nights.”

“Maybe you can help,” Peter said. “Now tell me exactly what orders O’Hara gave you.”

“I was ordered to find Bernadette and get her to come to Boston. O’Hara said he had a job for her. If she refused to come, I was told to kill her.”

“But you decided to kill me and lie about my willingness to help, right?”

“I’ve never trusted you. You thought you were too good for me. I was going to teach you a good lesson.”

Peter said, “Never mind. What else did he tell you?”

Conners hesitated and Terry moved to put the towel over his face. Connors looked at the three of them and said, “You have to help me. If I tell you more, there is no place in the world I can live. They will find me if it takes them years. That’s the way they are and always have been.”

“Well, you are in a tough place, because if you don’t tell me in the next minute your worries will be over.” Peter then turned to Terry and said, “Will that one anchor hold them both down long enough for the sharks to eat them?”

“I think so but I’ll add a heavy chain just to make sure.”

Terry left to find the chain. Peter nodded at Bernadette who said, “Don’t kill him before throwing him in the shark channel. I want to cut him just before we throw him overboard. The flowing blood will attract the sharks.”

“NO! NO!” Conners screamed. “A bomb! bomb! I was told they would have a bomb for me to pick up and guard. The bomb was coming from a bomb factory hidden in the mountains. The Russians are involved in some way. There’s a big- shot Russian, O’Hara calls him Mr. Harris, who’s running the whole show. I know the RV bomb is going to be used in Washington but I don’t know where.”

Peter wondered if Terry or Bernadette noticed his reaction when Conners said the name Harris. His sworn enemy, Yuri Kolenko, used that alias every time he could. Yuri had to be the one involved with the bomb plot. The Harris name, Yuri’s presence at the bomb factory in the West Virginia mountains, and the fact his expertise was planning and using terrorism was proof enough.

“You’d better do better than that,” Peter said.

“I only know Bernadette was needed to case a building near the White House and some woman was going to drive the mobile trailer, called an RV. O’Hara brags he gets information from someone in the American Parliament and will know if they’re on to us. Nothing more, I swear!”

“Okay. You won’t go in the channel with Harry, but you’d better keep cooperating,” Peter said.

He taped Conners’ mouth and eyes and went to find Terry in the garage. Peter said, “Let’s go up to the house for tea and a planning session. After that we’ll take down the trailers.”

Mrs. Nguyen brought out a tray of tea, biscotti, and chocolate chip cookies. Peter said, “I have an idea for the trailer people. I’ve checked the local maps of the general area. It doesn’t lend itself to a sneak attack or a surprise attack. My main concern is that we don’t get hurt or worse. Remember the Trojan horse gambit at Troy to get through the defensive barriers? Conners is our Trojan Horse.”

When all the details and options of Peter’s plan had been gone over and everyone knew their part, Peter said, “We have several hours before we go after the trailers. I’d like to get rid of Harry but he’ll have to wait. I don’t want to dump him in Nassau Sound in daylight. Too many boats on the water and too many people looking at the Inland Waterway with telescopes and binoculars. We can take care of Harry when we come back from the trailer park.”