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"And if this Colonel Costello was here, what were you going to say to him?" Castillo asked.
"I was going to ask him for his help."
"Help about what?" Castillo asked, but before the man had a chance to open his mouth, Castillo asked another question. "You sneaked in here to ask somebody for help?"
"Sir, I didn't know what name you were using for the safe house. And even if I did, I didn't think you would pass me through the gate to this place. So I had to come in surreptitiously."
"Son," Edgar Delchamps asked, "how'd you get past the motion sensors on the fence? Fences, plural?"
"Dry ice, sir. I froze the mercury switches."
"Where'd you get the dry ice?"
"I bought it from a kid who delivers ice cream on a motorbike from the Freddo's ice cream store in the shopping mall."
"And where'd you learn to use dry ice on mercury switches?"
"Fort Huachuca, sir."
He pronounced that correctly, Castillo thought. "Wah-choo-kuh."
"What were you doing at Huachuca?" Delchamps challenged.
"Going through the Intelligence School."
"You're an Army intelligence officer?"
"Yes, sir. First Lieutenant Edmund Lorimer, sir."
"Lorimer?" Castillo said. "Your name is Lorimer?"
"Yes, sir. Same as that UN guy who got himself whacked in Uruguay."
"Your witness, Colonel," Delchamps said, gesturing grandly.
"You're Colonel Costello?" Lorimer asked.
"For the time being, I'll ask the questions," Castillo snapped, and was immediately sorry. "You may get up, Lieutenant Lorimer."
"Thank you, sir."
"You can put the.45 away, Bradley," Castillo said. He added, "But good job, Lester."
"Thank you, sir. The credit is due Max. He either detected unusual movement in the pines or perhaps smelled him."
"Take them inside the quincho, tell them 'good dog!', and give them each a bone."
"Yes, sir. Sir, when Max has too many bones-and he's already had several today-he suffers flatulence."
"Use your good judgment, Lester."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
Castillo had been watching Lorimer out of the corner of his eye, idly wondering why he was getting to his feet slowly and carefully. He saw that Lorimer was smiling at Bradley, probably at the word "flatulence."
Lorimer's eyes met Castillo's for a moment, and when Lorimer was half-sitting on the table there, Castillo saw what had caused him to get to his feet so slowly and carefully.
And why Ricardo had called him "Pegleg."
