"The widow's brother, Jean-Paul Lorimer, works for the UN in Paris. The ambassador has been trying for forty-five minutes to get him on the phone without any luck. Have we got anybody in Paris who can help?"
"I'll get right on it."
"Call the embassy here and leave the numbers and address with the ambassador's secretary."
"Done. You got anything else you want me to tell the boss?"
"I put Tony Santini in charge of the Mastersons' security. She came out of the drug they gave her all right, but they're keeping her in the hospital overnight. I don't know when she'll want to leave here, but when she does, she wants to go to Keesler Air Force Base in Mississippi, near where he lived."
"She wants to bury him there?"
"Apparently."
"I know the President was thinking of Arlington…"
"I think she wants the family plot in Mississippi, Joel."
"That's going to pose a little problem. I also know the President wants Walter Reed to do the autopsy."
"The Argentines are already doing the autopsy. And they're going to prosecute these bastards, presuming we can catch them, in Argentine courts."
"Who decided that?"
"I did," Charley said. He met Silvio's eyes, and added, "The ambassador concurs."
"I think that may cause more than a little pique at the highest level, Charley."
"There was considerable doubt that we could extradite the doers. And the crime occurred here. And it's a done deed. The ambassador has already told the Foreign Ministry."
"I think the boss will more than likely want to talk to you about that, Charley. Or maybe his boss will."
"I thought that might happen."
"We'll be in touch, Charley. Watch your back."
Castillo pushed the disconnect button, and then did the calculation of the arrival times.
"Both planes will probably arrive here between eleven and midnight tonight," he announced to Ambassador Silvio, "the Gulfstream to Jorge Newbery, and the C-17 at Ezeiza. There's an honor guard from the Third Infantry Regiment-'the Old Guard'-on the Globemaster, plus a detail of Air Commandos."
"As a suggestion, if you want to meet your agents and the FBI, I can have the defense attache meet the transport."
"Thank you."
"He'll have to arrange transportation for them, and a place to live. I think the best thing to do with the military personnel is move them in with the Marines. And you told that FBI agent Yung to arrange to take care of the FBI. What about your agents?"
"I'll take care of them. But I am going to need wheels. Can I rent cars for them?"
"You could, but the rentals here are generally small and not always reliable. And they don't have radios. I'll have Ken Lowery deal with it. How many are you going to need?"
"If I can keep the one I have, one more. I really don't need a driver."
"You never know," the ambassador said. "I'll tell Ken to get you another car and a driver. Tonight?"
"First thing in the morning."
"And what are you going to do now?"
"Sir?"