“He may not want to talk to you.”
“Why not?”
“I think he’s as much afraid that your high moral standards will demand that you do ‘the right thing,’ as you’re afraid he’s about to start a war with Mexico.”
“You’re saying he doesn’t trust me? I don’t believe that.”
“I’m saying he thinks you have a different agenda, one probably in conflict with his.” He paused, then went on: “Natalie, I’m betraying a confidence when I tell you this, but I think you should know there are now two nets on the Brick. The old one, which you have on your Brick, and the new one. You’re not on the new one. Neither are Those People. Charley doesn’t entirely trust them, either.”
“So where does that leave us?”
“I just realized it puts me in a somewhat uncomfortable position,” Lammelle said. “What the hell!”
He reached for his Brick, took out the handset, put his index finger in front of his lips as a signal to Cohen, and then pushed one of the direct connect buttons and the SPEAKERPHONE key.
“Yeah, Frank?” Castillo’s voice came over the loudspeaker.
“What would you say if I told you that Natalie Cohen knows what you’re up to and wants to talk to you about helping?”
“I’d say you have a dangerously loose mouth and have been smoking an illegal substance. What the hell is this all about?”
“I thought you liked Natalie and trusted her.”
“I like her very much. Do I think she wants to help? No. If she knows what I’m doing and wants to talk to me, it’s to talk me out of what I’m doing. And goddamn you, Frank, if you did tell her.”
There was a buzzing sound.
Cohen and Lammelle looked at each other until they realized the buzzing was coming from the secretary of State’s Brick.
“Hold one, Charley,” Lammelle said.
Cohen opened the leather attaché case and took out the handset. She saw which number was illuminated, and mouthed, “Crenshaw.”
“See what he wants,” Lammelle said.
“See what who wants?” Castillo demanded impatiently. “Who are you talking to, Frank?”
Lammelle cut the connection.
“Natalie Cohen,” she said.
“If there was ever any question in your mind that the President is acting irrationally, forget it,” the attorney general said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Schmidt and I just left the Oval Office,” Crenshaw said. “The President just decided to send three Black Hawks loaded with Gray Fox operators to the Oaxaca State Prison to exchange Abrego for Ferris. And from his attitude, I don’t think he cares if there’s a firefight with the Policía Federal. In fact, I think he’s hoping for one.”
“Why would he want . . . oh.”
“The word is ‘irrational,’ Natalie, and that’s a euphemism.”
“Let me get this straight, he’s going to send Gray Fox to deal with this Policía Federal officer?”
“Juan Carlos Pena,” Crenshaw said.
“That’s going to take him at least twenty-four hours, maybe forty-eight, before they can leave, right?”