The little Episcopal Church of St. Matthew's, in the little exurbanite community of Wilton, Conn., was holding its Christmas pageant. The Three Kings, swathed in sheets and parents' hand-me-down finery, came with their gifts to the manger. "Sleep in Heavenly Peace," sang the congregation. "Slee-eep in Heavenly Peace."
A harsh cry from the back of the church made everyone jump. "Peace! Peace! Where can we find peace?" Shouldering through the crowd at the door came a stocky man in a khaki jacket wearing a pistol in a shoulder holster. Following him were a woman...
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