Blood and Honor (Honor Bound 2)
"He's in the secret service of the SS," Mart¡n said. "I have no idea what he's doing here. What's your interest in him?"
"I'm wondering if he's the man who ordered my father's murder."
"A moment ago you suggested we stop fencing. Very well. I don't really know if he ordered your father's assassination, but it's probable. I do know that early this morning he ordered the assassination of your man Ettinger. I learned that just before we took off."
Ettinger? And not me? What the hell is that all about?
"I don't suppose you'd want to tell me who told you that? From General Ramirez?"
Mart¡n shook his head and smiled. "A reliable source," he said.
"I don't suppose your reliable source had any specifics on when and where? Or, for that matter, why?"
Mart¡n shook his head.
"Only the sooner the better. I would regard the threat as very real if I were you, Se¤or Frade."
I believe him. And if he knows about that, it's one more proof that he's a professional, and I am out of my league trying to play match wits with him. I don't have any choice but to trust him.
"Where is it, Enrico?" Clete asked.
"Where is what, Se¤or?"
"Outline Blue."
"In el Coronel's... in your apartment, Se¤or Clete."
Clete gestured with his hand for Mart¡n to rise, then led him out of the li-brary, down the corridor, and into what was now his room.
"Is there a safe in here, too?" Clete asked.
"No, Se¤or," Enrico said.
He went to the bed, pulled up the bed cover, and shoved his hand under the mattress. He came out with the blue folder, walked to Clete, and handed it to him.
Mart¡n chuckled.
"Since I can't believe that el Coronel Frade really hid that under his mat-tress, would it be reasonable for me to assume you've been in the safe?"
Clete didn't answer. He simply handed Mart¡n Outline Blue.
"Thank you," Mart¡n said. "Believe me. This is the right thing to do."
"I hope so," Clete said.
"The money?"
"That's in the safe."
"Is it all still there?"
"I would suppose so. I don't think anybody else has been in there."
I know nobody else has been in there. If anybody had, the money would be gone, and so would Peter's papers and money.
"Have you read this?"
"Just glanced through it."