"I'd like a fresh look myself," Munz said. "I directed some modifications to the plan."
Well, maybe that got me off the hook with Santini, who understandably wonders who the hell I think I am to be checking his work.
"Tony, what this probably is is me covering my ass, but I want to see for myself the arrangements at the house and at the cathedral," Castillo said.
"Your call, Charley."
"And I want you to get Schneider a cell phone. I want the number of mine on an autodial button on it, and I want the number of her phone on mine."
Santini reached in his pocket and came out with a cellular telephone.
"I already gave one to Jack and one to Colonel Torine," he said. "And if you'll give me yours, I'll put their numbers in it."
Castillo handed him his telephone and then looked at Britton. "I'm presuming you've met Colonel Munz."
"Yes, sir. He's offered, when you're finished with me here, to send me to his headquarters and show me the investigation so far."
Castillo turned to Munz. "Thank you, Alfredo. Will it be possible for us to get a copy of the investigation report?"
"Of course. It may take some time to get it translated."
"You give me the report, I'll translate it."
Munz nodded.
"Colonel, why don't you go in there and tell Mrs. Masterson about the travel plans?"
"When do you want to go wheels-up, Charley?"
"What I'd like to do is go directly from the cathedral to Ezeiza," Castillo said. "I haven't asked her-or the ambassador-but shoot for that."
"You're not going in there with me?" Torine asked.
"I have the feeling she'd rather I just went away," Castillo said. "But yeah, just as soon as Tony gives me my cellular back, I'm going in there. I've got to get you some wheels." [FOUR] Dr. Jose Arribena 25 San Isidro Buenos Aires Province, Argentina 1035 24 July 2005 Major C. G. Castillo stood in the middle of the residential street in front of the Mastersons' property in the upscale San Isidro neighborhood. He pulled out his cell phone, punched an autodial button, and Special Agent Schneider answered on the second ring.
"Schneider."
"Hello, baby."
"Yes, Mr. Castillo?"
"I love you."
"So I have been led to believe."
"And vice versa?"
"That is my understanding of the situation. Where did you say you were, sir?"
"I'm standing on the street in front of the Masterson house."
"And you're satisfied with the security arrangements, sir?"
"I'd like to have a couple of Abrams tanks and a couple of twenty-millimeter Gatlings, but yeah, I am. Since you're all business, I'll let you know what to expect."
"Please."
"The whole area-maybe ten blocks on a side-is cordoned off. Provincial cops stop everybody trying to get in. They demand identification and want to know where everyone is going. Then they search the car. There's a second ring inside the outer one, this one manned by the Gendarmeria National. More military than cops. They're armed with submachine guns. Same routine, more thorough. This is an upscale residential neighborhood, people have to get to-and out of-their houses."