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ugh the Chinese munists were； the Catholic Church had been around a lot longer； loath though the local government might be to admit that fact。
The chitchat went on for another thirty minutes before the Reverend Yu took his leave； with another warm handshake to send him on his way。
〃So； Franz？〃 DiMilo asked outside； where a blowing breeze would impede any microphones installed outside the dwelling itself。
〃First time I've seen the man。 I've heard his name since I arrived here。 The PRC government has indeed given him a bad time； and more than once； but he is a man of strong faith and no small courage。 I hadn't known of his educational background。 We could check on this。〃
〃Not a bad idea；〃 the Papal Nuncio said。 It wasn't that he distrusted or disbelieved Yu； just that it was good to be sure of things。 Even the name of a classmate； now an ordained minister； Gerry Patterson。 Somewhere in Mississippi； USA。 That would make it easy。 The message to Rome went out an hour later； over the Internet； a method of munication that lent itself so readily to intelligence operations。
In this case； the time differences worked for them； as sometimes happened when the inquiries went west instead of east。 In a few hours； the dispatch was received； decrypted； and forwarded to the proper desk。 From there； a new dispatch； also encrypted； made its way to New York； where Timothy Cardinal McCarthy； Archbishop of New York and the chief of the Vatican's intelligence operations in the United States of America； received his copy immediately after breakfast。 From there； it was even easier。 The FBI remained a bastion of Irish…Catholic America； though not so much as in the 1930s； with a few Italians and Poles tossed in。 The world was an imperfect place； but when the Church needed information； and as long as the information was not promising to American national security； it was gotten； usually very quickly。
In this case； particularly so。 Oral Roberts University was a very conservative institution； and therefore ready to cooperate with the FBI's inquiries； official or not。 A clerk there didn't even consult her supervisor； so innocuous was the phoned inquiry from Assistant Special Agent in Charge Jim Brennan of the FBI's Oklahoma City office。 It was quickly established via puter records that one Yu Fa An had graduated the university； first with a bachelor of science degree in electrical engineering； and then spent an additional three years in the university for his doctor of divinity； both degrees attained 〃with distinction；〃 the clerk told Brennan； meaning nothing lower than a B＋。 The alumni office added that the Reverend Yu's current address was in Beijing； China； where he evidently preached the gospel courageously in the land of the pagans。 Brennan thanked the clerk； made his notes； and replied to the e…mail inquiry from New York； then went off to his morning meeting with the SAC to review the Field Division's activities in enforcing federal law in the Sooner State。
It was a little different in Jackson； Mississippi。 There it was the SAC … Special Agent in Charge … himself who made the call on Reverend Gerry Patterson's First Baptist Church； located in an upscale suburb of the Mississippi state capital。 The church was three…quarters of the way into its second century； and among the most prosperous of such congregations in the region。 The Reverend Patterson could scarcely have been more impressive； impeccably turned out in a white button…down shirt and a striped blue tie。 His dark suit coat was hung in a corner in deference to the local temperature。 He greeted the visiting FBI official with regal manners； conducted him to his plush office； and asked how he could be of service。 On hearing the first question； he replied； 〃Yu！ Yes； a fine man； and a good friend from school。 We used to call him Skip … Fa sounded too much like something from The Sound of Music； you know？ A good guy； and a fine minister of the gospel。 He could give lessons in faith to Jerry Falwell。 Correspond with him？ You bet I do！ We send him something like twenty…five thousand dollars a year。 Want to see a picture？ We have it in the church itself。 We were both a lot younger then；〃 Patterson added with a smile。 〃Skip's got real guts。 It can't be much fun to be a Christian minister in China； you know？ But he never plains。 His letters are always upbeat。 We could use a thousand more men like him in the clergy。〃
〃So； you are that impressed with him？〃 SAC Mike Leary asked。
〃He was a good kid in college； and he's a good man today； and a fine minister of the gospel who does his work in a very adverse environment。 Skip is a hero to me； Mr。 Leary。〃 Which was very powerful testimony indeed from so important a member of the munity。 First Baptist Church hadn't had a mortgage in living memory； despite its impressive physical plant and amply cushioned pews。
The FBI agent stood。 〃That's about all I need。 Thank you； sir。〃
〃Can I ask why you came here to ask about my friend？〃
Leary had expected that question； and so had preframed his answer。 〃Just a routine inquiry； sir。 Your friend isn't in any trouble at all … at least not with the United States government。〃
〃Good to know；〃 the Reverend Patterson responded； with a smile and a handshake。 〃You know； we're not the only congregation that looks after Skip。〃
Leary turned。 〃Really？〃
〃Of course。 You know Hosiah Jackson？〃
〃Reverend Jackson； the Vice President's dad？ Never met him； but I know who he is。〃
Patterson nodded。 〃Yep。 Hosiah's as good as they e。〃 Neither man mented on how unusual it would have been a mere forty years earlier for a white minister to ment so favorably on a black one； but Mississippi had changed over time； in some ways even faster than the rest of America。 〃I was over at his place a few years ago and we got talking about things； and this subject came up。 Hosiah's congregation sends Skip five or ten thousand dollars a year also； and he organized some of the other black congregations to help us look after Skip as well。〃
Mississippi whites and blacks looking after a Chinese preacher； Leary thought。 What was the world ing to？ He supposed that Christianity might really mean something after all； and headed back to his office in his official car； content at having done some actual investigative work for a change； if not exactly for the FBI。
Cardinal McCarthy learned from his secretary that his two requests for information had been answered before lunch； which was impressive even by the standards of the FBI…Catholic Church alliance。 Soon after his midday meal； Cardinal McCarthy personally encrypted both of the replies and forwarded them back to Rome。 He didn't know why the inquiry had e； but figured that he'd find out in due course if it were important； and if not； then not。 It amused the churchman to be the Vatican's master spy in America。
It would have amused him less to know that the National Security Agency at Fort Meade； Maryland； was interested in this sideshow activity also； and that their monster Thinking Machines； Inc。 superputer in the cavernous basement under the main building in the sprawling plex was on the case。 This machine； whose manufacturer had gone bankrupt some years before；