The Assassination Option (Clandestine Operations 2)
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And if I wasn’t the world’s champion dumb fuck, that’s what I should have done, married the Squirt the day after I graduated.
The Squirt was one of Ginger’s bridesmaids, but I didn’t pay any attention to her. I wanted to—and did—jump the bones of another bridesmaid, a blond from Hobbs whose name I can’t even remember now. Probably couldn’t remember the next day.
And look where I am now!
“I don’t think my seeing Ginger—or Ginger seeing me—right now is a good idea, Bonehead.”
“She knows I went to the airport to meet some big shot,” Moriarty said. “She’ll ask me how that went. And I don’t lie to Ginger.”
“Can she keep her mouth shut?”
“Fuck you!”
“Bonehead, what we’re doing here is classified Top Secret–Presidential,” Cronley said.
Moriarty looked at him for a long five seconds.
“So what do I tell my wife, Captain Cronley, sir?”
“Jim, I suggest you go see Mrs. Moriarty and play that by ear,” Dunwiddie said.
“You work for him, Captain? I thought it was the other way around,” Moriarty said to Dunwiddie.
“I work for him, Lieutenant.”
“Why don’t we all go make our manners to Mrs. Moriarty?” Cronley asked.
[FOUR]
Officer Dependent Quarters 0-112
11th Constabulary Regiment
U.S. Air Force Base, Fritzlar, Hesse
American Zone of Occupation, Germany
1725 18 January 1946
Mrs. Virginia “Ginger” Adams Moriarty was red-headed, freckled, twenty-two years old, and conspicuously pregnant.
“Well, I’ll be!” she greeted Cronley. “Look what the cat
dragged in! I guess you’re with the big shot Bruce met. Hey! What’s with the captain’s bars?”
A moment later, having seen the look on Cronley’s face, she said, “Why don’t we all pretend I didn’t say what I just said. Let me start all over.” She then did so: “Jim, what a pleasant surprise.”
“Hey, Ginger.”
“I think you know how devastated Bruce and I were when we heard about Marjie.”
“Thank you. Ginger, this is Chauncey Dunwiddie, who is both my executive officer and my best friend.”
“My friends, for reasons I can’t imagine, Mrs. Moriarty, call me ‘Tiny.’ I hope you will.”
“Welcome to our humble abode, Captain Tiny.”
“Thank you. Mrs. Moriarty, I’d like to show—”