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"That will do very nicely," Castillo said. Castillo helped himself to a bottle of Quilmes beer, and then offered one to Ambassador Silvio, who smiled and nodded and said, "Please."
When Castillo handed him the bottle, the ambassador settled himself in an upholstered armchair and looked at him expectantly.
"I don't think you want to know all of it, sir," Castillo said.
"Tell me what you think you can," Silvio said.
"Well, sir, the President was waiting for the Globemaster at Biloxi with a finding he had just made…" "… And that's about it, sir," Castillo concluded twenty minutes later.
Silvio, obviously considering what he had heard, didn't reply for a moment.
"My Latin blood took over for a moment," he said. "The first thing I thought was sympathy for Betsy Masterson and Ambassador Lorimer. To learn that your brother and your son was not only involved in that slimy oil-for-food business, but-indirectly, perhaps, but certainly-responsible for the murder of your husband and son. And the murder of a very nice young Marine. And the wounding of…"
He stopped and looked at Castillo. "I'll understand if you'd rather not answer this. Is Dr. Lorimer on your list you intend to 'render harmless'?"
"What I intend to do with him, sir, is take him to the States. Alive."
Silvio nodded.
"I'm sure he could be a cornucopia of interesting information," he said. "But that won't keep Ambassador Lorimer and Betsy from having to learn what a despicable sonofabitch he is, will it?"
"Sir, I'm ashamed to say I never even thought about that before. What I want Lorimer to do is point me in the direction of those who murdered Mr. Masterson. They're the ones I have been ordered to render harmless. Both Santini and Darby tell me the most likely scenario once I get him to the States is for him to be taken into the Witness Protection Program, which is run by the U.S. Marshal's service, in exchange for his cooperation."
Silvio grunted. "And if he doesn't choose to cooperate?"
"I think he will, sir. He knows that people are looking for him. And he'll understand, I think, that if we can find him, the people trying to find him to kill him- torture and kill him-can also find him. And I've had the fey notion that one thing I could tell him, to get him to cooperate, would be to threaten to take him back to Paris and turn him loose on the Place de la Concorde."
"After making sure Le Monde, Le Figaro, and L'Humanite are informed that the missing UN diplomat can be found there? I don't think that's a fey notion at all; that makes a good deal of sense."
"I didn't think about telling the newspapers," Castillo admitted.
"Is there anything I can do to help, Charley?"
"Would you be willing to call Ambassador McGrory and tell him the reason I didn't go to see him?"
"He wanted to see you?"
"He doesn't know what Yung is really doing in Montevideo…"
"And therefore feels he has the right to know what Yung is doing? Especially with you? What the telephone call from Secretary Cohen was really about?"
"Yes, sir. He told Yung if I went to Yung without going through the embassy first to tell me he wanted to see me immediately. I don't think he has to know about the finding. I'd like to leave him in a position where he can truthfully say he knew nothing about this. Either what I'm going to do, or what Yung has been doing."
"I understand. I'll call him as soon as I get back to the embassy."
"Thank you."
"He's going to be curious-from his standpoint, he has a right to know-what Yung's role in what you're going to do is going to be. Or, past tense, was. Can I tell him that after you're gone?"
"Yung's not going to have a role in what I'm going to do."
"Okay," Silvio responded. "That answers that, doesn't it?"
What's that look on Silvio's face mean?
That he doesn't believe Yung won't be involved?
That he's surprised that he won't be?
