"And the house?"
"You'll like everything about it but the price, boss," Agnes said.
"Which is how much? And why will I like it?"
"Right now you are renting it, furnished, for ten thousand a month, with an option to buy at $2,950,000 with the furniture, and I don't really know how much without."
"Done deal?"
"You told Dick to get you out of the Monica Lewinsky Motel right now, and yesterday would be better. Yeah, it's a done deal. I gave them a check two hours ago," Agnes said.
"On my account, I hope? I don't want the Lorimer Benevolent amp; Charitable Trust involved in this."
"You're paying for it," Agnes said. "But on that subject, we just got confirmation of that substantial deposit to the trust we've been expecting."
"Well, presuming we can keep that a secret, that's good news. Can I go to this place straight from the airport? And can I stash Lieutenant Lorimer there until I figure out what to do with him?"
"You can go there from the airport," Agnes said. "But there's no sheets or towels, food, etcetera. And yes, you can take somebody there. Six bedrooms, six baths. And it's off the road; nobody can look into the windows from the street. I told them to get a radio in there tomorrow, but it will probably be a couple of days before you have a secure White House telephone."
"Dick, can you get our stuff out of the Mayflower and over there before I get there? And stop by Sam's Club or someplace and buy sheets, etcetera, and food? Charge that to the Trust."
"Yes, sir, Colonel, sir. Dare I to presume that was an invitation to share your new quarters?"
"Yeah, but no guests of the opposite sex above the first floor," Castillo said. "We are going to be paragons of virtue in our new home."
Agnes laughed.
"That I'll have to see," she said.
Castillo had a new thought: "Who's going to take care of this place?"
"That's another problem I'm working on," Agnes said. "You're going to need a housekeeper and a yardman. At least. Dick said maybe we could put an ad in the Army Times and see if we could find a retired sergeant and his wife. Maybe they'd have security clearances."
"What would I do without you, Agnes?"
"I shudder to consider the possibility," she said.
"Unless you've got something else, we'll see you tomorrow," Castillo said.
"Can't think of anything that won't wait," she said.
When it became evident that Miller wasn't going to say anything, Castillo ordered, "Break it down, Lester."
"Aye, aye, sir."
Castillo hung up the phone.
"Okay," he said, "in the immortal words of General George S. Patton, let's saddle up and get this show on the road."
"I don't think Patton said that, Ace," Edgar Delchamps said.
"If he didn't, he should have," Castillo said.
"What about the steaks?" Susanna Sieno said.
"Fire should be ready about now," Paul Sieno added.
Castillo considered that a moment, then said, "Good idea, Susanna. 'An Army marches on its stomach.' I don't know if Patton said that or not. And I don't care-I'm hungry. Let's eat."
II
[ONE] 29.88 Degrees North Latitude 86.39 Degrees West Longitude Over the Gulf of Mexico 1750 1 September 2005 They had gone wheels-up at Jorge Newbery Airport in Buenos Aires a few minutes after six that morning. They'd flown diagonally across South America to Quito, Ecuador, where they had taken on fuel and had lunch. From Quito, they'd flown north, passing over Panama into the Gulf of Mexico, skirted around the western tip of Cuba, and then flown almost straight north to the Panhandle of Florida.
The flight plan they filed gave Hurlburt Field, near Destin, Florida, as their destination. Hurlburt was headquarters of the Air Force Special Operations Command. Far fewer questions, Jake Torine had suggested, would be asked there than anywhere else, and even if questions were asked, Hurlburt had instant communication with the Special Operations Command at MacDill Air Force Base in Tampa, Florida, where they could be quickly-and, as important, quietly-answered.
It now looked as if that logical plan wasn't going to work.
"Aircraft calling Hurlburt Approach Control, this is Eglin Approach."
"Uh-oh," Castillo said, and then triggering his mike, replied, "Eglin Approach Control, Gulfstream Three Seven Nine."
"Gulfstream Three Seven Nine, be advised that Hurlburt Field is closed to all traffic. Acknowledge."
Jake Torine made an impatient gesture for Castillo to take control of the airplane.
"Eglin, Three Seven Nine, this aircraft is in the service of the United States government. Colonel Jacob Torine, USAF, is pilot in command. We wish to land at Hurlburt."
"Sir, Katrina knocked Hurlburt out."
Castillo and Torine exchanged What the hell? glances.
"Okay," Torine replied. "Turning on transponder at this time. We are approximately a hundred miles south of your station. Let me know when you have us."
Fifteen seconds later, Eglin Approach Control reported, "Three Seven Nine, I have you at flight level 30, 450 knots, approximately nine five miles south."
"Okay, Eglin Approach. Give me approach and landing, please."
"Three Seven Nine, be advised that Eglin is closed to all but emergency traffic."
"Son, did you hear what I said about this aircraft being in government service?"
"Yes, sir. Do you wish to declare an emergency at this time?"
Castillo triggered his microphone.
"Eglin," he said, "is Cairns Army Airfield open?"
"Three Seven Nine, I believe Cairns is open, but be advised it is closed to civilian traffic."
"Thank you, Eglin," Castillo said. "Three Seven Nine is not, repeat not, declaring an emergency at this time."
He turned to Torine.
"Jake, if you'll take it and steer about thirty-five degrees, I'll see if I can find the approach charts to Cairns."
"I gather, first officer, that you have been to this place before?"
"Once or twice, pilot in command, sir," Castillo said, as he began rummaging through his Jeppesen case.
THIRTEEN YEARS EARLIER
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Base Operations
Cairns Army Airfield
The Army Aviation Center Fort Rucker, Alabama 1145 2 February 1992 Lieutenant Colonel F. Mason Edmonds, Aviation-a starting-to-get-a-little-chubby thirty-nine-year-old who sported a bushy mustache-stood behind one of the double plateglass doors of Base Operations, looking out at the airfield.
On the wall behind him was an oil portrait of Major General Bogardus S. Cairns, for whom the airfield was named. General Cairns, a West Pointer and at the time the commanding general of Fort Rucker, had crashed to his death in an H-13 Sioux helicopter on 9 December 1958. There was an unpleasant story that the crash had been due to General Cairns's failure to turn on his aircraft's pitot heat.
True or not, Colonel Edmonds did not like the story. It tended to detract from the positive image of Army Aviation, and Colonel Edmonds considered himself to be probably the most important guardian of that image. He was the information officer of the Army Aviation Center and Fort Rucker, Alabama.
A year before, the fact that Colonel Edmonds had been granted a bachelor of fine arts degree in journalism by Temple University had come to light when personnel officers in the Pentagon were reviewing his records to see what could be done with him now that some sort of unpronounceable inner-ear malady had caused him to fail his annual flight physical examination and he could no longer be assigned to flight duty.
Finding a round peg for the round hole had pleased both the personnel officers and Colonel Edmonds. He had been afraid, now that he was grounded, that he would be assigned to some maintenance billet, or some supply billet, or wind up in some other nothing assignment, like dependent housing officer.