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A.R.Yngve
PARRY'S PROTOCOL
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Chapter 16
LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
Giordano's car stopped in front of the police and National Guard control, at one entrance to the airport area. The traffic was lining up ahead of them. Abram got out of the car and gave Giordano a 100-dollar bill.
"Keep the change," he said with a grim face.
He leaned into the side window and asked: "A personal question. Why're you named Giordano Bruno? You don't look Italian to me."
Giordano's obscured face gave out a high, jittery laugh: "I was born in Vietnam, adopted by the Brunos. They thought the name Giordano was fitting, like that guy who was burned at the stake in the sixteenth century, you know?"
Abram grunted: "Yeah, I know. Don't end up like him."
He turned, waved over his shoulder, and started walking toward the airport entrance.