What the hell am I going to do ?
Oh, yeah!
"Captain Ashton and his team, and the radar, are in the hangar," Clete said. "Get them and their stuff out of here. Our priority is to get that radar in place and set up."
"What do we do about Dave?" Tony asked.
"I'll deal with Dave," Clete said. "You two make yourself useful to Captain Ashton."
"Aye, aye, Sir," the Chief said.
"I'm sorry, Clete," Tony said.
"You said that," Clete said somewhat unkindly, and then turned to Delgano. "I have to make a telephone call," he said. "It won't take long."
Delgano was obviously curious, but asked no questions.
Clete called the office number, the first of the three numbers Leibermann had given him.
The man who answered the telephone did so by reciting the number called in Spanish.
"This is Cowboy," Clete said. "I need to talk to him right now."
"Can he call you back?" the man said, still speaking Spanish.
"No."
"Hold on," the man said, now in English.
A long ninety seconds later, Milton Leibermann came on the line.
"So how's things out in the country, Tex?"
"Ettinger is in Uruguay. Probably Montevideo."
"I thought he planned to stay in the country?"
"So did I. Do you have any friends in Uruguay who could be useful?"
"You're not going over there yourself?"
"I wish I could, but I can't get away."
"You wouldn't want to tell me why not?"
"You remember that party we talked about?"
"The big one? All the important people?"
"Right. I've been invited. Under the circumstances, I can't turn down the invitation."
"You will tell me all about the party, won't you, Tex? Just as soon as you can?"
"What are we doing here, making a deal?"
"You could put it that way."
"OK, Milton. Deal."