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Castillo shook his head again.
"You're flying an eight-, ten-million-dollar airplane, you're given the benefit of the doubt, right?"
"Okay."
"You bring a three-hundred-and-fifty-million-dollar ship into port, everybody's going to say he must be an 'any tonnage, any ocean' master mariner, right? And proved this to the owners-otherwise, they would not have given him their ship, right?"
Castillo nodded once again.
"We have proof that the master of the Holiday Spirit and four of his officers gained their nautical experience in the submarine service of the Navy of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, and are not Latvians, Estonians, or Poles, or using the names they were born with.
"Now, all we have to do is prove that the owners knew this, and that said officers were actively involved in the smuggling of controlled substances into the United States…"
"How are you going to do that?"
"By having people on the Holiday Spirit. Filipino seamen come cheap. Getting them onto the Holiday Spirit took some doing, but they're in place. And they have been compiling intel-including pictures of the ship's officers checking the incoming drugs, and putting them over the side-for some time. When we're absolutely sure we have enough to go to the Maritime Court in The Hague, we're going to blow the whistle.
"Unless, of course, you go down there and start making waves causing the system to go on hold. Which would mean we would have to start all over again from scratch."
"And you don't want me to make waves, is that it?"
"It's a question of priority."
"The President wants Timmons freed."
"So I understand."
"The only person who can call off my operation is the President," Castillo said simply. "And I don't think he will. And talking about waves, if I go to him with this, and he hears the company is withholding intel like this from Montvale, you'll have a tsunami."
"You were listening, I trust, when I told you we never had this conversation?"
Castillo nodded.
Weiss went on: "Montvale will be pissed on two accounts-first, that he's been kept in the dark, and second, that you let the President know he didn't know what was going on under his nose. When the company denies any knowledge of this, where does that leave you with Montvale? Or the President?"
"You're suggesting I go down there and go through the motions, but don't really try to get Timmons back?"
"I'm not suggesting anything, Colonel," Weiss said. "But it's pretty clear to me that if you go down there and pull a professional operation to get this DEA guy back, it's going to tell these people that they have attracted attention they don't want. They'll go in a caution mode, and we don't want that."
He stood up and looked at Castillo.
"See you at the briefing tomorrow," he said. "I've been selected to brief you."
"What you're suggesting, Weiss, is that I just leave Timmons swinging in the breeze."
"People get left swinging in the breeze all the time," Weiss said. "You know that as well as I do. I told you before, this is your call. One guy sometimes gets fucked for the common good."
Weiss looked at Delchamps.
"Always good to see you, Ed. We'll have to do lunch or something real soon."
And then he walked out of the room.
Castillo looked at Delchamps.
"Thanks a lot, Ed."
"If you want me to, Ace, I'll go with you to Montvale. Or the President. Or both."
