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"No, sir. If you're sure about that, I'll have my relief meet me there."
"Why don't you do that?"
He nodded.
The stairway from the garage led into the kitchen, and there was a door from the kitchen to the living room. When Castillo got close to it, Max brushed past him and pushed it open. Castillo motioned for the Denali driver to follow him. When he go
t inside, he was surprised to see Edgar Delchamps and a somewhat frumpy man Delchamps's age whom he didn't recognize. They were sitting in the leather chairs and couch around the battered coffee table, working on a bottle of Famous Grouse.
"Oh, Edgar, I'm touched," Castillo said. "You waited up for me!"
Neither man seemed amused.
"We need to talk, Ace," Delchamps said.
"Will it wait until we get a drink?"
"Yeah, but he'll have to drink his someplace else," Delchamps said, then looked at the Secret Service agent and added, "Nothing personal."
"Not a problem, sir. And I can pass on the drink."
"Have the drink," Castillo ordered.
Not another word was said until Castillo had poured two drinks, given one to the Secret Service agent, who downed it, then said, "Ah. Thank you, sir. And good evening, gentlemen."
He left the living room, closing the door behind him.
"Say hello to Milton Weiss, Ace," Delchamps said. "He and I go back a long way."
When they shook hands, Weiss's eyes were cold and penetrating. Castillo was reminded of the first time he'd met Aleksandr Pevsner. He wondered now-as he had then-whether the look in the eyes was natural, or whether it had been cultivated.
When you get that look, you know damned well you're really being examined.
Max walked up to Castillo and rubbed his head against Castillo's leg. Castillo scratched Max's ears and looked at Delchamps.
"And where is the master of this beast?"
"In the Monica Lewinsky Motel," Delchamps said.
"What?"
"Okay, Ace," Delchamps said, tolerating him. "Kocian consulted a canine gynecologist who confirmed that Madchen is in the family way. Which came as no surprise to those of us who watched the happy couple couple happily in the garden of the safe house for hours at a time.
"Said canine gynecologist offered his professional opinion that the lovers should now be separated, as Max cannot seem to grasp that his role in the procreation of his species is no longer required, and that Madchen is very likely going to take large pieces out of him if he continues to try to force his now unwanted attentions on her. How to do that?
"Kocian-having been advised by Miller that your suite in the Monica Lewinsky is empty but paid for through the end of the month-decided that he had enough of bucolic suburban life and had Miller take him and Madchen to the Mayflower, leaving Max here, his fate to be decided later."
"Jesus Christ!" Castillo said.
"To answer your unspoken question: Yes, Herr Kocian is being sat upon. Miller will stay with him until we get the Secret Service in place. Have you any further questions, Colonel, or can we get on with this?"
"Get on with what?"
"Please tell Milton what steps you have taken vis-a-vis your little problem in Paraguay."
"I don't know who the hell Milton is."
"Trust me, Ace," Delchamps said sarcastically. "Milton Weiss is not a member of the drug mafia."
