Chapter 33
I didn’t know whether they still called themselves Ultima Thule or not, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it didn’t matter. The big guy who had been talking to the mayor was most likely the same guy who pushed me off the staircase, which meant he answered to Father no matter what his militia group was calling itself now. The all-black uniforms were new, but the group at the fairgrounds was Father’s army.
If I had thought to bring a camera, I suppose I could have gathered some evidence against the mayor. Meeting at the fairgrounds with a domestic terror group is at least marginally politically damaging in the United States, and it would certainly further the investigation against him. But I wasn’t in this as law enforcement. My ongoing job with the FBI was li
