Perón complied.
“What’s going to happen now, Tío Juan, is that we are going to forget we ever had this conversation—except, of course, for the part about you telling your Nazi pals that if anything happens to me, I’ll make sure that not only are you exposed, but also that map of South America after the Anschluss.”
He paused to let that sink in, then added: “And when we see each other again, we’ll be pals.”
Perón didn’t respond.
“You understand me?” Frade demanded.
Perón nodded.
Frade turned and walked to the library door. There he stopped and turned. “One more thing, Tío Juan, you degenerate sonofabitch. You’re going to have to find someplace else for your little girls. I want you out of here by tomorrow.”
He turned again and walked into the foyer.
Sergeant Major (Retired) Enrico Rodríguez spit on the floor, then followed.