"With diarrhea of the mouth," Castillo said.
"Nobody told them all this was Top Secret Presidential," Sieno said. "Call it shop talk."
"No excuse," Castillo said.
"It wasn't as if they were running off at the mouth in a bar," Delchamps said. "These guys were swapping gossip with people they knew had the same security clearances they did. Arguably, their sharing of such information could hold a kernel that would prove to be a missing piece of a puzzle they were working, one they otherwise would not have had…"
"That's not an excuse, Ed, and you know it," Castillo said.
"I didn't say it was right, Ace. I said I think it explains what happened. I think Susanna's right on the money. And it explains the young man with the titanium leg coming here. His pal got snatched and now he's desperate…"
"I didn't hear about that," Susanna said.
"What he said was his pal, a DEA agent, was snatched a week ago," Delchamps explained. "And, though he didn't say this, I'll bet nobody in Paraguay is doing anything at all to get him back that might annoy the host government in any way. So he came looking for John Wayne here."
"So the question then becomes 'What do we do about it?'"
"About getting the DEA guy back?" Delchamps asked.
"The DEA guy is not my problem," Castillo said.
"No, he's not," Delchamps said. "Write that down."
Castillo flashed him a cold look.
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning for a moment there, Ace, I thought you were starting to think you really are John Wayne, flitting around the world righting wrongs," Delchamps said.
"My primary concern is making sure this operation isn't compromised any more than it already is," Castillo said.
"How are you going to do that?"
"Well, first we're going to get out of here. There's no reason we can't move it to the Nebraska Avenue Complex. Or is there?"
Delchamps shook his head.
"The Sienos, Tony, and Alex Darby will be here. Plus Bob Howell in Montevideo," Delchamps said. "They can handle anything that comes up with regard to this…" He
gestured in the direction of the quincho.
Castillo nodded. Darby was the CIA station chief in Buenos Aires and Howell his counterpart in Montevideo.
"But what are you going to do about the guy downstairs?" Tony Santini asked. "You can't trust him to keep his mouth shut."
"Particularly since Charley's not going to rescue his pal from the bad guys," Susanna said.
"He goes with us," Castillo said. "Unless somebody's got a better idea?"
"Tony, who do you know in the embassy in Asuncion?" Delchamps asked.
"I've been up there, of course," Santini said. "But I don't have any pals there, if that's what you're asking."
"You're not alone," Susanna said.
Castillo and Delchamps looked at her. When she didn't respond, Delchamps asked, "Who's the station chief?"
"His name is White," Paul Sieno said. "Robert J. White."