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"Charley," she said, "I'm going to do my best to talk him out of this. But I'm not sure I'll be able to."
Castillo nodded.
"Do I have to ask you to try hard not to make waves?"
"No, ma'am."
"Let me know what I can do to help."
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."
Her limousine rolled up. A burly man-obviously an agent of the Bureau of Diplomatic Security, which protects the secretary of State-got quickly out of the front seat and glanced around carefully as he opened the rear for Cohen. He saw Castillo and eyed him suspiciously.
Castillo winked at him, which obviously displeased him.
Oh, for Christ's sake! What are the odds that somebody wanting to do her harm is going to walk out of the White House with her and the director of National Intelligence?
Montvale's Denali rolled up. Castillo saw his coming up the drive.
"I'll call the Eighty-ninth," Montvale said, "and tell them that you'll be using my Gulfstream."
The 89th Airlift Wing at Andrews Air Force Base provided the White House with its fleet of airplanes, including the two VC-25A Boeings that had the call sign of Air Force One when flying the President.
"I thought you were kidding," Castillo said.
"Not at all."
"Thanks just the same. I think it would be smarter if I used my own."
"My God, aren't you tired?"
"Exhausted. But not a problem. I'll just set the autopilot and the alarm on my wristwatch. Then I can sleep all the way to Chicago."
It took a moment for Montvale to realize his chain was being pulled. When that showed on his face, Castillo said, "I'd rather not have people asking, 'Who's the guy in the presidential G-IV?' But thanks anyway."
"My God, Castillo!" Montvale said, and got in the rear seat of his vehicle.
His Yukon rolled off, Castillo's rolled up, and Castillo got in the backseat.
"Where to, sir?" the driver asked.
"Why don't you move this thing so it's not blocking the door while I find out?" Castillo said, and reached for the telephone.
"White House."
"If you can guess who this is, can you ring my office?"
"Oh, you heard about the voice recognition, did you, Colonel?"
"God, ain't we clever?"
There was a chuckle, then Agnes's voice.
"Colonel Castillo's line."
"Good morning," Castillo said.
"How'd it go with the President?"
