“They only started shooting after Max and I grabbed the bastard on the bridge. Jesus Christ, Sándor, do you need a map? They were going to take me someplace to see what I know and where
my evidence is. When they had that, then they were going to put me in the Danube.”
“Where is your evidence?”
“In my apartment.”
“Where in your apartment?”
“If I told you, then you’d know,” the old man said. “Someplace safe.”
“You don’t want to tell me?”
“No. Can’t you drive any faster? I’m getting a little woozy.”
A moment later, Sándor looked in the backseat.
The old man was unconscious. Max was standing over him, gently licking his face as if trying to wake him.
Sándor turned and looked forward again, and thought, Please, God, don’t let him die!
He pushed another autodial button on the cellular, praying it was the right one.
“Telki Private Hospital.”
“I’m bringing an injured man to the emergency room. Be waiting for me,” Tor ordered.
Five minutes later, he pulled the Mercedes up at the emergency entrance of the Telki Private Hospital. A gurney, a doctor, and a nurse were outside the door.
Tor helped the doctor get the old man on the gurney.
“He’s been shot,” the doctor announced.
“I know,” Tor said.
The doctor gave him a strange look, then started to push the gurney into the hospital.
Tor put his arm around the dog.
“You can’t go, Max,” he said.
Max strained to follow the gurney but allowed Tor to restrain him.
Tor looked at his watch. It was two twenty-five.
[TWO]
Estancia Shangri-La
Tacuarembó Province
República Oriental del Uruguay
2225 31 July 2005
At almost precisely that moment in real time—by the clock, it is four hours later in Budapest than it is in Uruguay—a U.S. Army Special Forces medic, Sergeant Robert Kensington, who had been kneeling over a stocky blond man in his forties and examining his wound, stood up and announced: “You’re going to be all right, Colonel. There’s some muscle damage that’s going to take some time to heal, and you’re going to hurt like hell for a long time every time you move—for that matter, breathe. I can take the bullet out now, if you’d like.”
“I think I’ll wait until I get to a hospital,” Colonel Alfredo Munz said.