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“And that’s what he’s up to?” Castillo asked.
Pevsner nodded. “Mexico is the battlefield. For one thing, the Mexicans hate the United States. The United States took most of the Southwest away from Mexico in the war of 1848, and the Mexicans have never forgiven them for that. Mexicans by the millions illegally enter the United States while the Mexican government not only looks the other way but actively encourages them. If those people aren’t in Mexico, not only don’t they have to be fed and hospitalized and educated but they send money—billions and billions of dollars—to their families in Mexico.”
“That seems a little far-fetched, Aleksandr,” Castillo argued.
“It won’t if you give it some thought,” Pevsner said. “But illegal immigration isn’t the point here, and neither
is the drug traffic—both of which weaken the U.S., which is fine with Vladimir Vladimirovich, but what he’s really after is the destruction of the United States government.”
“And how does he plan to do that?”
“Off the top of your head, friend Charley, tell me what were the greatest threats to the stability of the United States government in your lifetime?”
“I don’t know,” Castillo admitted. And then after a moment, asked, “You’re talking about Nixon?”
“Before Nixon resigned, there was rioting in the streets. You needed armed troops to protect the Pentagon.”
“And later the impeachment of Clinton,” Castillo added thoughtfully.
“And now you have a President who should be in a room with rubber walls,” Pevsner said.
“Who told you about that?” Castillo asked. “And what makes you think Putin even knows about it?”
“Oh, he knows,” Pevsner said, and issued an order in Russian: “Put two chairs there,” he said, pointing. “And bring them out.”
Two folding chairs were set up and then two men—stark naked, showing signs of having been severely beaten—shuffled onto the patio, their hands and their ankles bound together with plastic ties. Janos, Pevsner’s Hungarian bodyguard, brought up the rear of the procession.
I wondered where Janos was.
The waiter offered Castillo more of the Cabernet Sauvignon.
“No, thank you,” Castillo said, politely. “I’ve had quite enough for the time being.”
“You’ve met Sergei, I understand,” Pevsner said. “But I don’t think you’ve met José Rafael Monteverde.”
Both men looked at Castillo. Monteverde looked terrified. Murov, Castillo decided after a moment, seemed resigned to his fate, whatever that might turn out to be.
“Untie their hands, Janos,” Castillo ordered in Hungarian. “Lester, get them water and a cigarette if they want one.”
Janos looked at Pevsner for guidance. Pevsner nodded.
Lester went to the wet bar for water.
“Where is Colonel Ferris?” Castillo asked.
Neither man replied.
“I don’t know about you, Mr. Monteverde,” Castillo said in Hungarian, “but you’re a professional, Mr. Murov. You know what options you have. You either answer my questions or Janos will slowly beat you to death.”
Castillo looked at Janos. “What have you been using on him?”
Janos flicked his wrist and a telescoping wand appeared in his hand. He flicked it back and forth. It whistled.
“That’s the one with the little ball of shot at the end?” Castillo asked.
Janos extended the wand to show Castillo the small leather shot-filled ball at the end of his wand.
“Very nice,” Castillo said. “It’s been some time since I’ve seen one.”
