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“Not to worry, Sergeant,” Castillo said, pointing at Krantz, “I brought a highly skilled Special Forces assassin along to protect me.”
The Highway sergeant chuckled.
At Ol’ Break My Legs, not at me.
Miller recognized Sergeant Krantz.
“Let me give you a hand with that, Seymour,” he said and went quickly to help him.
Castillo turned to meet Lieutenant Schneider’s eyes.
He said, “Commissioner Kellogg told Highway that, until further notice, supporting Counterterrorism with whatever they want is the job. Chief Inspector Kramer ordered me to meet you and ask what you want.”
“How much else did anyone else tell you?” Castillo asked.
“I know about the Liberty Bell, if that’s what you mean.”
“And who else was told?”
“The Highway commander and these officers,” Schneider said.
“Keep it that way, Lieutenant, please,” Castillo said.
Schneider nodded.
“So what do you need?”
“We’ve got a special radio. We’ll need some place to set it up. And I need someone to sit on the airplane while we’re here. And I’d like to talk to the undercover guy . . .”
“He’s at the Homicide Bureau in the Roundhouse,” Betty Schneider said. “But tell me about the radio; what does it need?”
“Someplace preferably out of t
he rain,” Sergeant Krantz answered for him. “And someplace—a flat roof would be nice—not far from the controls, where the antenna will have a clear shot at the sky, the satellite.”
“How big’s the antenna?” Betty asked.
Krantz demonstrated with his hands and arms.
“There’s a sort of porch on Building 110,” she said, looking at Castillo. “You saw it. Would that do?”
He called Building 110 to his memory.
“Yeah, I think so.”
Fernando and Sergeant Sherman walked up.
“This is Fernando Lopez,” Castillo said. “And Sergeant Sherman, who’s going to help Sergeant Krantz set up the radio. Fernando and I are cousins. This is Sergeant Betty Schneider, her brother Frankie . . .”
“Frank,” Schneider quickly and firmly corrected him.
But I got another smile from the sergeant.
“. . . Lieutenant Schneider of the Highway Patrol.”
Schneider shook hands with Fernando. Betty smiled at him, looked a little confused, and said, “And that’s Dick Miller.”
“Dick and I go back a ways,” Fernando said.
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