"Natalie," Montvale said, as the secretary of State walked to Castillo and kissed his cheek.
"Welcome home, Wandering Boy," she said. "When did you get back?"
"Last night, Madam Secretary," Castillo said.
"We have a little problem, Charley," she said.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Katrina has put fifteen feet of water over Ambassador Lorimer's home in New Orleans," she said. "He and his wife are at the Masterson plantation-which is apparently just outside the area of mass destruction along the Mississippi Gulf Coast-and he called me to ask if I could give him the precise address of his late son's plantation-estancia-in Uruguay, at which he intends to live until he can move back into his house in New Orleans."
"Jesus!" Castillo said.
"When I told him I didn't have the address, he said that Mr. Masterson had told him that you know where it is, and asked how he could get in touch with you."
"At the risk of repeating myself, Madame Secretary," Castillo said, "Jesus!"
"May I reasonably infer from your reaction that there's a problem with this?"
"Yes, ma'am, there's a problem with that," Castillo said. "Why can't he just stay with the Mastersons?"
"That question occurred to me, too, but of course, I couldn't ask it. What's the nature of the problem?"
"What about the apartment in Paris?" Castillo said. "He inherited that, too."
"I suggested to the ambassador that he would probably be more comfortable in an apartment in Paris than on a ranch-an estancia-in Uruguay. His response to that suggested he's about as much a Francophobe as you are, Charley. He wants to go to the estancia and there's not much we can do to stop him. Except, of course, you talking him out of going down there. I asked you what the problem is?"
Castillo looked at Montvale, then raised his hands in a gesture of helplessness.
"Things happened down there, Natalie," Montvale said, "which suggested the possibility the Presidential Finding might be at risk of compromise. Castillo thinks, operative word thinks, that his shutting down his operation there has removed the threat. But Lorimer going down there would pose problems."
"Why, Charley?" the secretary asked simply. "More important, what things happened down there?"
"A too-clever young DIA officer assigned to our embassy in Asuncion has pretty well figured out what's taken place down there," Montvale answered for him.
"Oh, God!"
"Castillo has brought this young officer back with him, and intends to send him to Fort Bragg in what I think is the rather wishful belief that there he will keep what he has learned to himself."
"I've also taken steps to shut mouths in Montevideo, Buenos Aires, and Asuncion," Castillo said. "And I think the threat of compromise is pretty well reduced."
"Again the operative word is thinks," Montvale said. "Although I don't believe we should worry the President with the situation at this time."
"But Ambassador Lorimer going down there might change that?" she replied, and then, before anyone could answer, she asked, "Why, Charley?"
"There is a very clever Uruguayan cop, Chief Inspector Jose Ordonez, who has figured out just about everything that happened down there," Castillo said. "I talked with him in Punta del Este, right after they found the bodies of Howard Kennedy and Lieutenant Colonel Viktor Zhdankov of the FSB beaten to death in the Conrade-a plush hotel and casino. He said he believed Kennedy was a drug dealer, and Zhdankov the Czech businessman that his passport said he was. And that the bodies at Shangri-La, Lorimer's estancia, including Lorimer's, were also the result of a drug deal gone wrong, and that he doubted if anyone would ever be arrested. And then he suggested that I leave Uruguay as quickly as possible and not return until, quote,
the bad memories had time to fade, unquote. Which, of course, I did."
"And Ambassador Lorimer going down there would possibly pull the scab off this?" she asked.
Castillo nodded.
"There's more, Natalie," Montvale said. "Senator Johns came to see me, and implied that he thinks his brother-in-law the ambassador was kept in the dark about a Special Forces team operating in Uruguay."
"God!" she said. "How bad is that?"
"At the moment, under control. But if Lorimer goes down there…"