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bummer, as I happen to be a big fan of Portland and Seattle.
    I stood looking at my stacks of leaflets and then sat down at Megan’s computer. Maybe she had some photos on her desktop or in her files and if her Web access wasn’t password-protected, I would be able to check the Web sites she’d been frequenting. I turned it on, waiting as the familiar Windows icon unfolded across the screen, then clicked on the Explorer icon and it opened up onto AOL. I wouldn’t be able to access her e-mail accounts, but Melissa might know what her passwords were. I clicked Favorites to see what came up. Amazon, University of New Mexico, MapQuest. And, unfortunately, Stormfront, a hub site for white supremacists with a variety of views, and the site for the National Alliance.
    The other favorites included a link to an ex-gay ministry, ultra-fundamentalist Focus on the Family, Aryan Nations, and one to a “Free the Order” site.
    “Shit,” I muttered aloud, and I clicked on it just to satisfy my morbid curiosity. The Order was the group responsible for assassinating Jewish talk show host Alan Berg in Denver in 1984. I wrote that down. The last time I had checked, most of the members were serving prison sentences and had continually been denied parole. The leader, Robert Mathews, died in an FBI and ATF stand-off in 1984 on Whidbey Island, Washington. I scrolled through the site, which wanted all whites concerned with the future of America to help get the members out of prison. How was a concerned white person supposed to do this? Ah.
    Letter-writing campaigns and sure, it was fine to send money to “our imprisoned brothers.” How special. I wondered if Cody sent money to them.
    The stuff about The Order worried me. If the group that Cody ran with was interested in re-creating some of The Order’s exploits, that could mean trouble. The original chapter was based in Washington State, where Mathews had settled. They had been into theft, counterfeiting, and other illegal ways to fund the movement, including an armored car hijacking in California. If Cody and company were planning things like that, Megan was in a world of hurt and there wasn’t much Melissa could do for her, especially if Megan was with Cody of her own volition. The guys in the photos of incarcerated Order member stared at me. Shit.
    I checked her document files next. Megan was meticulous in her organization, a bad idea if she was hoping to keep things secret. She had folders for every class and in each were assignments and papers.
    I read through them, finding nothing beyond the usual analyses and argument papers that all college students had to write. The white supremacist right liked to recruit college students because they couched racist arguments in more palatable terms. Some recruits deliberately researched white supremacy for school papers, pretending they were nothing more than research topics. Megan apparently hadn’t gotten to that point, thankfully. Yet.
    I slogged through every class folder, of which there were twenty, since Megan had just finished her sophomore year at UNM. She was a bit older than most juniors-to-be, but that wasn’t unusual these days. I eyed her “photographs” folder and opened it.
    Thanks to her anal streak, she had labeled all her pictures with names, time, and date.
    And voila. here was Mr. Cody Sorrell. I opened the earliest images first. On the label of the first photo she had included “cute guy I met last night!” The image was dated June 10th of last year. He looked to be about six feet tall. Broad-shouldered, dark hair, blue eyes. He was handsome in an all-American way and he had a nice smile. I could see why Megan might have been into him.
    The next few pictures, taken about a month after their initial meeting, showed the two of them, arms around each other, smiling and staring at the camera.
    Those pictures creeped me out a little. The photos dated two months after June 10th were a little more revealing, in many senses