The Shooters (Presidential Agent 4)

"I'll tell you that when I call from there."

"Pevsner been any help?"

"In a manner of speaking. I'll explain that later. Thanks, Alex."

"Talk to you soon, Charley."

Bradley came back onto the verandah.

"You want to speak to anyone else, sir?"

"Call Major Miller and see what the schedule for the Lorimers coming down is. And then break it down, Lester."

"Aye, aye, sir."

Castillo looked at Munz and Pevsner.

"Since you could only hear one side of that conversation, I suspect you're curious."

"'Bingo!'?" Munz said.

"The shooters in Paraguay have apparently found where they've got Timmons," Castillo said. "Or that's what I think a message about golf balls meant. We'll know as soon as we get there."

"'A really dirty operation'?" Munz then asked.

"Alek says he thinks the only way we can get out of here with Timmons without appearing on the front page of The New York Times and other newspapers around the world is to let the Evil Leprechaun do what he wants to do."

Munz considered that.

"I know you don't like that, Karl, but I'm afraid Alek is right."

"Why did I think you were going to say t

hat?" Castillo said. "Okay, thank you for your hospitality, Alek, and will you now arrange for us to get to the airport?"

"You're all going to Asuncion?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I'm going to Buenos Aires, and if someone has to go there, I could take him in the Lear."

"Why are you going to Buenos Aires?" he asked, greatly concerned.

"To see what I can turn up that might be helpful to you. I've got a good deal at stake here if you can't do what you want to do."

"Just don't do anything to help unless you tell me first. Okay, Alek?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," Pevsner said, mockingly.

"I mean that, Alek."

"I know, friend Charley," Pevsner said, seriously.

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