"You have that list of names for me, Agent Yung?" Castillo asked, smiling at him warmly. [THREE] The rain, if anything, was heavier, and Castillo thought that if the Gulfstream had come in ten minutes later there would have been a real problem.
Where, other than Ezeiza, was the alternate field? And how much fuel was remaining? It was a long flight nonstop from Andrews.
Sergeant Roger Markham got himself soaking wet first getting into the bus from the BMW, and then, now armed with a description of it, getting Betty and Jack's luggage from the other bus into the BMW.
Betty's umbrella was blown inside out as she ran for the BMW-Castillo wondered how she had managed to hang on to it at all-and she was soaked, too, when Castillo and Britton mad
e their dash from the bus to the BMW. Britton got in the front seat.
I didn't elbow Jack out of the way. This time the fickle finger of fate got me the backseat next to her.
Hey, stop! An officer and a gentleman does not make passes at his subordinates.
For Christ's sake, remember that!
Major Castillo smiled at Special Agent Schneider. She appeared to be shivering.
"Cold, Schneider?" he asked.
"Freezing," she admitted. "What is it, winter down here?"
"Yes, it is. They should have told you. Here, let me give you my jacket."
The first duty of an officer is to take care of his men.
And that's what she is, one of your men. Remember that!
"Thanks," she said.
It was a ten-minute drive from the airport to the Four Seasons. Halfway there the rain seemed to slacken. By the time they rolled up to the Four Seasons it had stopped completely.
Bellmen appeared and took care of the luggage. "Roger, are you hungry?" Castillo asked.
"No, s- No. I'm not."
"Go home, get a hot shower, and be here at half past seven."
Sergeant Markham nodded and got back in the car.
"Very nice," Jack Britton said about the hotel.
"I didn't want him to catch pneumonia," Castillo said, gesturing at the departing BMW.
"Who's he?" Special Agent Schneider asked.
"One of the Marine guards."
"I noticed the haircut," she said.
"So we don't have wheels to go out to a restaurant-"
"Can we go inside, please?" Special Agent Schneider said. "It's cold out here."
"Sorry," he said, and motioned her ahead of him through the door. He saw that water was dripping from the hem of her skirt onto the polished marble floor.
She found her way to the reception desk by herself, and they handed her her key.
"So, about dinner," Castillo said.