“…because her father needs them back. He’s running around trying to get the money from other people, family mostly. I got two grand from Ettinger, it was all he had, and he’s come up with about four. So we still need seven.”
Ettinger can’t afford to lose two thousand dollars. But he couldn’t turn Tony down. And you almost did.
Clete quickly went through the documents, more than a little surprised to see that the mortgage, made by the Anglo-Argentine Bank, looked legitimate. He wrote down the pertinent facts, remembering as he did so that Uncle Humberto was a banker and that he could ask the appropriate questions.
“Mi Teniente,” Enrico said, frowned, and tapped his wristwatch.
“Yeah, OK. He’s going.” He handed the documents back to Pelosi. “No promises, Tony. I’ll check it out.”
“Thank you,” Tony said. “I…Thanks, Clete. I really hated to bother you with this, you being in the deep shit and all.”
“It’s OK, Tony. If I can help, I’ll be glad to.”
“Now I feel like a shit,” Tony said.
“Why?”
“I lied to you. And Dave.”
“About what?”
“I knew what you’d think,” Tony said.
“If what, Tony?”
Jesus!
“If I told you I’m in love with her. I am, Clete.”
Either it’s pure love at first sight, or you’re thinking with your dick, one or the other.
Who the hell are you to ridicule him for falling in love at first sight?
“Tony, just make sure that what you feel for this girl is the real thing,” Clete said. “We’re down here alone…”
“Yeah. I knew that’s what you’d think. But I’m glad I told you anyway.”
“You have to get out of here,” Clete said.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be in touch, through Enrico or one of his friends,” Clete said, and put out his hand.
“Thanks, Clete.”
“You and Ettinger watch your ass, Tony. These bastards are liable to come after you. They probably will.”
“We’ll be all right, Lieutenant.”
I wonder.
[TWO]
The Office of the Military Attaché
The Embassy of the German Reich
Avenue Córdoba