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The guy was wearing a white wife-beater T-shirt and a pair of super-baggy shorts. He looked down at the blue FBI hat and shook his head.
“You want to go to jail, you fucking moron?” Castillo stared at the man, half hoping he would give him an excuse to beat him to death. It might be a good lesson for the others.
“No, boss.” The man was smart enough to keep from looking Castillo in the eyes.
“Well, how the fuck do you think we’re gonna drive all the way out to Leesburg, kill a bunch of feds, and then get all the way the fuck back here without getting stopped? Huh?” Castillo slapped the man across the side of his head and then yelled, “Maybe you want to drive your pimped-out ghetto ride and see how far you get, you stupid bastard?”
The other gang members had stopped what they were doing to see what would happen next. Castillo did a half circle and yelled, “Does anyone else have any stupid questions?”
The gang members scrambled like cockroaches. Castillo was about to walk back into his office when his new friend entered the garage—this time with an even larger briefcase. Castillo jerked his head toward the office and the man followed. The Salvadoran closed the door so they could have some privacy.
Tayyib stood stiffly with the briefcase clutched firmly in his hand. In a cautious voice he asked, “Is everything all right?”
Castillo rolled his eyes. “That was nothing. My men will be ready.”
Tayyib remained frozen for a moment, thinking of his options, which were extremely limited. “The trucks?”
Castillo nodded.
“Are they part of your plan?”
“Yes. I figure even with your diversion it might be difficult to get back into the city.”
The Saudi agreed. He took it as a good sign that the man could be creative. “The car I asked for?”
“It’s ready.”
“I will have no problem with the law?”
“As long as you don’t get pulled over you should be fine.”
“What does that mean?”
“Exactly what I said,” Castillo said sharply. “It’s a stolen car. We changed the plates but if you get pulled over and they ask for the registration and proof of insurance you’re in trouble.”
Tay
yib supposed it was the best they could do on such short notice. He hoisted the briefcase onto the Salvadoran’s desk. “Four hundred thousand dollars.” He was tempted to add that he would find him and kill him if he didn’t finish the job, but considering his limited resources, and the fact that the comment might get him shot right here and now, he decided to keep his mouth shut.
Castillo opened the case and looked inside. He smiled and asked, “Your diversion you told me about?”
“I need to borrow a few things from you.”
“Like what?”
“Can you spare an RPG and a few grenades?”
Castillo thought about it and then nodded.
“Good.” Tayyib checked his watch. “Be in position by nine-thirty and I’ll make sure the police have their hands full.” The Saudi started for the door and then stopped. Looking over his shoulder he added, “Just make sure you kill everyone.”
Castillo smiled and said, “Absolutely.”
53
CIA SAFE HOUSE, VIRGINIA
T he black Lincoln Town Car pulled up to the heavy gate. Rapp stood in the living room and watched. The sun was falling in the east, shooting golden streaks of light and shadows across the fields. Rapp assumed Kennedy was in the backseat of the luxury sedan but he couldn’t be sure. Lincoln Town Cars were a dime a dozen in Washington. It was 7:20, and his boss had been due to arrive at 7:00 with his brother. Steven had never been big on punctuality. Rapp had not seen his brother in almost two months. There was no strain in their relationship, it was just that they were both extremely busy. There was also the fact that the only thing they had in common was that they’d come from the same parents. At first glance, though, even that bond appeared debatable.
