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Castillo looked. There was.
"Shit," he muttered.
He took the clipboard, wrote the number on the pad, tore the sheet off, and put it in his pocket. He then tried to erase the number from the heel of his hand with his handkerchief. He couldn't even smear it.
"Shit," he said again.
[TWO] 7200 West Boulevard Drive
Alexandria, Virginia 1005 2 September 2005 "You're dangerous, Charley," Colonel Jake Torine said after Castillo had related what had happened in the presidential apartment. "If I could figure out how, I'd get and stay as far away from you as possible."
Castillo raised an eyebrow. "It's damn sure not intentional. And whatever you do, don't call me Magnet Ass."
"Why not?"
"That one's been taken a long time, by one of you Air Force types. Fred Platt flew forward air controller covert ops over Laos as a Raven. He earned the name Magnet Ass drawing fire in supposedly unarmed Cessnas-0-1 Bird Dogs-and damn near anything else with wings."
"Platt? Didn't we just call him for-?"
"Yeah," Castillo interrupted before he could say anything more, "yeah, we did."
"I ask this because I don't know anything about the drug trade," Edgar Delchamps said, "and also because I am much too old to play John Wayne, but wouldn't I be of more use here working on the oil-for-food maggots?"
"No question about it," Castillo said. "It never entered my mind to bring you or Doherty in on this."
"Next question," Delchamps said. "Do I get to live here?"
"For as long as you want. The only thing I'd like you to do is keep an eye on Eric Kocian and Sandor."
Delchamps gave him a thumbs-up gesture.
"A good spook always takes good care of his sources. You might want to write that down, Ace." He stood up and said, "It's been fun, fellas. We'll have to do it again sometime. Let's keep in touch."
And then he walked out of the living room.
"What about me, Karl?" Alfredo Munz asked.
"I brought you along so you could be with your family and take them home," Castillo said. "But having heard all this, how would you feel about coming to work for us? We could really use you."
Munz didn't reply, and seemed uneasy.
"What is it, Alfredo?"
"I need a job," Munz said. "As much as I would like to do whatever I can to help you, I just can't support my family on my SIDE pension."
"I told you a long time ago we'd take care of you," Castillo said. "So that's not a problem. You've been on the payroll of the Lorimer Charitable amp; Benevolent Trust as a senior consultant ever since we took that chopper ride to Shangri-La."
"Why do I suspect you are lying, my friend?"
"Because I am," Castillo said. "But the only reason you haven't been on the payroll is because I'm stupid. You may have noticed."
"No," Munz said, emotionally. "The one thing you are not is stupid."
"Well, I have noticed, Colonel," Miller said. "I've known him a long time. And with that in mind, I brought the question up to Mrs. Forbison-you met her last night?"
Munz nodded.
"And Agnes decided that since you are, or at least were, a colonel, we should bring you on board as a Lorimer Charitable amp; Benevolent Trust LB-15, which is the equivalent of a GS-15 in the Federal Service. And, according to Army Regulation 210-50, a GS-15 is regarded as the equivalent of a colonel. The pay is $89,625 a year to start. Would that be satisfactory to you?"
