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"I'm Castillo."
"Will you come with me, please, sir? The President would like a word with you."
Castillo nodded.
Special Agent Willkie started down the stairs. As Castillo turned to follow him he looked at Mrs. Masterson again. Their eyes locked again.
She looks distressed, almost frightened.
She doesn't want me to leave.
Mrs. Masterson stood up and pushed Lieutenant Colonel McElroy to one side and called, "Mr. Castillo!"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"May I have a moment alone with you, please?"
"Yes, ma'am. Of course."
She brushed past McElroy and walked up to the cockpit opening. She got so close that Castillo backed up, which pushed him right up against Torine.
"What can I do for you, ma'am?" Castillo asked. "Is something wrong?"
She looked up at him. He saw tears forming.
"I was afraid to say anything in Buenos Aires, Mr. Castillo," she said. "My priority was keeping my children safe."
He nodded.
Elizabeth Masterson took a deep breath.
"But now we're out of Argentina. We're here." She paused, and then went on, slowly and carefully, as if she had rehearsed what she was going to say: "The people who abducted me wanted me to tell them where my brother is. They said that unless I told them, they would kill my children, one at a time. And they said they would kill my children and my parents if I said anything about it. And then they killed Jac-" Her voice caught. She swallowed and went on, "Then they killed my husband to show me they mean what they say."
"And you don't know where your brother is, do you?" Castillo asked, gently.
She shook her head.
Castillo put his hands on her arms.
"Listen to me, Mrs. Masterson. You have my word that no one is going to hurt your children. Or your parents. Or you…"
"I just didn't know what to do. That's why I didn't-"
"Mr. Castillo, the President is waiting!" Secret Service Special Agent Willkie impatiently announced.
"He's just going to have to wait," Castillo snapped, and then looked down at Mrs. Masterson again.
She was shaking her head and smiling through her tears.
He looked at her quizzically.
"I knew I was going to have to tell somebody," she said. "And I guess I was right in choosing you
."
"I don't under-"
"How many people do you think there are who, on being told the President of the United States is waiting for them, would say, 'He's just going to have to wait'?"
