I nodded. 'How's Whitmore?'
'Busy figuring out how he can write Luiz out of the script if he gets killed or elected Minister of Culture or something.'
We passed through 8,000 and I took her up another 200,throttled back and put her on the step. The General really had done some work on her; she was in a lot better shape than when he'd first pinched her. And now even a check four wouldn't come too expensive.
I trimmed the Dove precisely and loosed the wheel to prove it. J.B. reached across and took my hand.
'Jamaica?' she asked.
'First stop.'
'And second stop?'
I considered. 'Tell me – d'you happen to know a place the FBI not only doesn't have an office but doesn't go on holiday, either?'