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CHAPTER 18-3
“You tryin ta be the good guy?” Egan said snidely. “I didn’t have to kill him. I think I must of wanted to kill.” “You’re gettin flaky.” “I don’t have the right to play God over another man. Nobody’s got that right. I actively supported this killing today. This genocide.” “Where’d you say you were from?” Egan interrupted. “Connecticut. Bridgeport.” Cherry said the words deliberately, slowly. He had been working himself toward a frenzy. “Northeast? Industrial city?” “Yeah.” “Arms?” “Ah … I think so. Yeah, sure. Sikorsky Helicopter. Avco Lycoming. They make the engines for the Hueys.” “Colt? M-16s?” “No. That’s in Hartford.” “Lots a war industry jobs in Bridgeport and in Connecticut though?” “Yeah.” “Is building weapons actively supporting and wanting to kill?” “I don’t know.
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