"So why are you here? I know why. You're here because you're looking for somebody."
"That's right."
She said triumphantly, "You want to find that other fellow from your crew! You want to fight him!"
I couldn't help shaking, white pills or no white pills. But I had to correct her.
"No. I want to kill him."
"How do you know he's here? He's got a lot of states to roam around in, too, doesn't he?"
"Six. New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland—all the way down to Washington."
"Then how do you know—"
"He'll be here." I didn't have to tell her how I knew. But I knew.
I wasn't the only one who spent his time at the border of his assigned area, looking across the river or staring across a state line, knowing that somebody was on the other side. I knew. You fight a war and you don't have to guess that the enemy might have his troops a thousand miles away from the battle line. You know where his troops will be. You know he wants to fight, too.