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“Many bullets,” he said. His thick tongue made it sound like buh-lets.
“Is there any way that I could get inside the warehouse?” Canidy said to Antonio, then looked at Nola. “Any way to get past the guards?”
Antonio said something in Sicilian.
Nola shrugged. “Not impossible. The military items, they are very careful about. Not so much everything else of ours. They do not check it closely. Particularly if they are expecting to get a piece of it.”
Canidy thought about that.
“I might need to get in and take a look,” he said.
“Okay,” Nola said.
There was a long moment’s silence. Then Canidy said, “What about the villa?”
“I didn’t ask,” Nola said. “There wasn’t time.”
“Have at it,” Canidy said, waving his arm toward the Budas.
Nola went on for some time in Sicilian. When he was done, the brothers didn’t say a word. They just simply shook their heads.
Nola said something else and their reply was terse.
“As far as they know,” Nola said to Canidy, “there was only one explosion. The ship. No explosion from the villa. And they have not heard of anyone else speaking about any villa exploding.”
So, Canidy thought, the damn thing still is in one piece?
And still full of yellow fever….
“Do they know Whatshisname Cordova?” Canidy said.
Nola spoke to the brothers, and Canidy recognized the names when he said, “Alfredo Cordova,” “Alessandro Paterno,” and “Simone Cesareo.”
The brothers shook their heads.
Shit, Canidy thought. But no real surprise.
Those are Rossi’s people from the university.
Not fishermen from the docks.
“When can I get in the warehouse?” Canidy said to Antonio.
Antonio shrugged and replied in Sicilian.
Nola translated: “Anytime after today.”
Canidy glanced at Fuller, who tried to maintain a stoic face, but Canidy could see uncertainty in his eyes.
Then, out of the blue, Fuller yawned massively, which almost caused Canidy to do the same.
He checked his wristwatch.
We’ve been going almost twenty-four hours—damn near nonstop since we got off the submarine.
We’ve got to be careful not to get so tired that we get sloppy.
Fuller made an apologetic face.
