Black Ops (Presidential Agent 5)

"Welcome to the Portofino, Mr. Castillo," the manager on duty said.

Castillo recognized his voice.

This is the sonofabitch from the phone call yesterday.

The same sonofabitch who tried selling me everything in the place as a "surprisingly inexpensive option to enhance your visit."

"Before we get going here," Castillo said pointing to a signboard standing beside the reception desk, "can you please get rid of that? Our donors might not understand."

The signboard had movable white letters on a black background that announced:

THE PORTOFINO ISLAND RESORT & SPA

WELCOMES

THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS OF THE LORIMER CHARITABLE &

BENEVOLENT FUND

C.G. CASTILLO, EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR

"I understand completely, Mr. Castillo," the man announced with an unctuous tone. "Consider it gone!"

He snapped his fingers to attract the attention of a bellman, and when a languid youth appeared, the two of them carried the sign somewhere out of sight.

"Until just now," Delchamps offered, "I had no idea you were our executive director. Just what does that entail?"

Castillo gave him the finger.

"I just had a very discomfiting thought," Delchamps said seriously. "If there's a 'locate but do not detain' out on you, our friends in the FBI are going to know where you are as soon as your sales manager buddy runs your credit card."

"Jesus! I didn't think of that."

"Well, you're in love. That tends to make people forgetful."

The manager returned.

Delchamps handed him an LC&BF platinum American Express card. "Put everything on this, please."

"Mr. Castillo won't be using his card?"

"Oh, no. Our executive director never pays for anything. That's my job. I'm director for corporate gifts. And while we're here, perhaps you'll be able to give me a few minutes of your valuable time?"

[SEVEN]

They were in a large suite on what looked like the top floor of the high-rise resort on the beach.

Lester Bradley checked the AFC, which he had installed on a wide balcony overlooking the beach and the Gulf of Mexico, then gave Castillo a thumbs-up signal.

Castillo picked up the handset and told the computer to connect him with General McNab with Level One encryption.

When he heard McNab's voice, Castillo said, "Advance party reporting, sir. We hold the high ground. No unfriendlies have been sighted."

"As strange as this may sound, I'm really glad to hear from you."

"Yes, sir."

"What was the meaning of what you just said?"