The Hunters (Presidential Agent 3)

“A Delaware corporation, and a post office box,” Agnes replied.

She looked at Britton again.

“Where in Pennsylvania?”

“Bethlehem.”

“How far is that, do you know?”

“I’d guess a hundred and fifty miles, maybe a little more.”

“You want to take the Amtrak to Philadelphia and have the Secret Service pick you up there? Or have a Yukon take you from here? I think that would probably be

a little quicker.”

“And there’s already three Yukons from the Philadelphia office in Bethlehem,” Britton said. “Is getting one here going to be any trouble?”

“None at all. Just as soon as you sign the signature thing, I’ll call.”

“Thank you,” Britton said.

“Charley,” Torine said, “would you have any problem after I make sure the paperwork on the Gulfstream is all done and things are set up with Signature if I went home for a couple of days?”

“No. I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere for seventy-two hours anyway. But I never know.”

“Yeah, I know you never know,” Torine said. “If you need me, I’ll have someone fly me back here.”

“Go ahead,” Castillo said. “The both of you. And thank you, the both of you.”

“What now, Agnes?” Castillo asked after Torine and Britton had left.

“Why don’t you sit down, Chief, and we’ll have a cup of coffee while I tell you what else is going on?”

“You want some coffee, Dick?” Castillo asked.

“I’m coffee’d out.”

“Why don’t you get on the horn and see if anything’s new in Buenos Aires?”

“It’s half past seven down there,” Miller replied. “Is anybody going to be awake?”

“Why don’t you sit down, kill a half hour with a cup of coffee, then get on the horn?”

Miller shrugged. “Why not?”

Agnes pushed a button on one of the telephones on Castillo’s desk and ordered coffee.

Then she said, “There’s a man named Delchamps out there, Chief. He would like to see you at your earliest convenience but he wouldn’t tell me why.”

“Great!” Castillo said. “Ask him to come in, and order another cup of coffee for him.”

Agnes did so.

Edgar Delchamps and the coffee came through the door at about the same time. The latter was borne by a very tall, very attractive African American woman in her early thirties.

Castillo said, “Good morning, Edgar. I’m really glad to see you!”

Delchamps nodded but said nothing.