“No problem at all,” Yung said. “You want me to go to Dallas and do that before I go back down there?”
“Absolutely. And you can catch a direct flight—American, I think—from Dallas to Buenos Aires. But before you go to Dallas there’s something really important I want you to do.”
“What?”
“Get on the Net and Google for a breeder of Bouvier des Flandres in the Dallas area.”
“For a what?” Delchamps asked.
“Max is a Bouvier des Flandres. I thought you knew.”
“And?” Yung asked.
“Buy the best breedable bitch available—cost is not a factor—make sure her papers are in order and take her with you to Pilar.”
“I actually think you’re serious,” Delchamps said.
“I don’t know how things are done in the spook world,” Castillo said, “but in the Army when someone saves your ass, the least you can do for him is get him laid.” He looked at Yung and added: “Tell Billy Kocian I want pick of the litter.”
“I’ll be goddamned,” Delchamps said, smiling. “Two-Gun, tell Kocian I get second choice.”