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"That I'll have to see," she said.
Castillo had a new thought: "Who's going to take care of this place?"
"That's another problem I'm working on," Agnes said. "You're going to need a housekeeper and a yardman. At least. Dick said maybe we could put an ad in the Army Times and see if we could find a retired sergeant and his wife. Maybe they'd have security clearances."
"What would I do without you, Agnes?"
"I shudder to consider the possibility," she said.
"Unless you've got something else, we'll see you tomorrow," Castillo said.
"Can't think of anything that won't wait," she said.
When it became evident that Miller wasn't going to say anything, Castillo ordered, "Break it down, Lester."
"Aye, aye, sir."
Castillo hung up the phone.
"Okay," he said, "in the immortal words of General George S. Patton, let's saddle up and get this show on the road."
"I don't think Patton said that, Ace," Edgar Delchamps said.
"If he didn't, he should have," Castillo said.
"What about the steaks?" Susanna Sieno said.
"Fire should be ready about now," Paul Sieno added.
Castillo considered that a moment, then said, "Good idea, Susanna. 'An Army marches on its stomach.' I don't know if Patton said that or not. And I don't care-I'm hungry. Let's eat."
II
[ONE] 29.88 Degrees North Latitude 86.39 Degrees West Longitude Over the Gulf of Mexico 1750 1 September 2005 They had gone wheels-up at Jorge Newbery Airport in Buenos Aires a few minutes after six that morning. They'd flown diagonally across South America to Quito, Ecuador, where they had taken on fuel and had lunch. From Quito, they'd flown north, passing over Panama into the Gulf of Mexico, skirted around the western tip of Cuba, and then flown almost straight north to the Panhandle of Florida.
The flight plan they filed gave Hurlburt Field, near Destin, Florida, as their destination. Hurlburt was headquarters of the Air Force Special Operations Command. Far fewer questions, Jake Torine had suggested, would be asked there than anywhere else, and even if questions were asked, Hurlburt had instant communication with the Special Operations Command at MacDill Air Force Base in Tampa, Florida, where they could be quickly-and, as important, quietly-answered.
It now looked as if that logical plan wasn't going to work.
"Aircraft calling Hurlburt Approach Control, this is Eglin Approach."
"Uh-oh," Castillo said, and then triggering his mike, replied, "Eglin Approach Control, Gulfstream Three Seven Nine."
"Gulfstream Three Seven Nine, be advised that Hurlburt Field is closed to all traffic. Acknowledge."
Jake Torine made an impatient gesture for Castillo to take control of the airplane.
"Eglin, Three Seven Nine, this aircraft is in the service of the United States government. Colonel Jacob Torine, USAF, is pilot in command. We wish to land at Hurlburt."
"Sir, Katrina knocked Hurlburt out."
Castillo and Torine exchanged What the hell? glances.
"Okay," Torine replied. "Turning on transponder at this time. We are approximately a hundred miles south of your station. Let me know when you have us."
Fifteen seconds later, Eglin Approach Control reported, "Three Seven Nine, I have you at flight level 30, 450 knots, approximately nine five miles south."
"Okay, Eglin Approach. Give me approach and landing, please."
