1:04 p.m. Somewhere, U.S.A.

The man who shot Dr. Manuel slipped into his office. Shut the door. Then punched his fist in the air. Smiled. Like a serial killer when he spots his next victim.

But White Fox wasn’t a serial killer. At least, not in the traditional sense of stalking and murdering for personal gratification. He was less selfish, a serial killer acting for others.

He settled in front of his computer. Within seconds, he was viewing a website entitled: Brothers Righteous: Death-Wish List. The site was maintained by one of his many supporters. Money and clandestine help had never been problems for White Fox. Finding the perfect front was.

He scrolled through the names, targeted for their association with abortion, then stopped. A couple of key strokes later, a graphic representing a line of blood cut across Dr. Manuel’s name.

He leaned back, pleased with the symmetry. Five bloody lines now spilled onto the page. That’ll up the ante. He uploaded the file, making it available for the world to see. To admire.

He accessed a private bulletin board, expertly bypassing a myriad of security measures. Addressed a message to Black Hollyhock: Take us the foxes, the little white foxes.

“Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord,” he whispered.