"I sort of thought that you'd have the authority," the mayor said. "The President told me that he places his absolute trust in you. So I told Charley to pack a bag-and his passport-before coming over here. So you're going right back to Washington?"
"No, sir. We've got to make a couple of stops first."
The mayor stood up, obviously to leave.
"Really?" he asked.
The translation of that is "And where are you going to waste time instead of getting to work on this immediately, as I expect you to?"
Oh, what the hell. When in doubt, tell the truth.
"Las Vegas, Mr. Mayor. The airplane needs some maintenance, and we're having radios installed that will permit us to communicate-securely-with the White House no matter where we are."
The mayor examined him carefully, then smiled.
"Just like Air Force One, huh?"
"Almost, Mr. Mayor."
"When my plane is in for work, it takes them forever and a day," the mayor said. "I suppose for you things go a little quicker, don't they?"
The translation of that is "And how long is that going to take?"
"They expect us, sir. They'll work through the night to get us out as quickly as they can."
The mayor nodded, then went through the room, shaking all the men's hands and kissing the women on the cheek. Then he walked out of the living room with Captain O'Day following closely.
Mrs. Timmons kissed Lorimer, then grabbed Castillo by both arms.
"I'll pray for you, Colonel, to get my son back soon. Before…before anything happens to him."
"Thank you. We'll do our best."
Then everybody shook hands with everybody else.
The mayor was standing on the sidewalk-surprising Castillo-when he and the others came down the stairs.
Castillo then thought he understood why when a black Lincoln limousine turned the corner.
"Oh, there it is," the mayor said, and turned to Castillo. "If there's anything you need, Colonel, give me a call. Sometimes-I'm not without influence-I can be helpful."
"Thank you very much, sir."
Captain O'Day opened the door of the limousine.
"You'll have to use the jump seats," the mayor said. "And someone will have to ride up front, but there'll be room for all of you." He nodded at the others. "It's been a real pleasure to meet all of you."
Then the mayor of Chicago got in the front seat of one of the black Crown Victoria Police Interceptors, and Captain O'Day drove him away.
[FOUR]
Pilots' Lounge
Atlantic Aviation Services Operations
Midway International Airport
Chicago, Illinois 1635 2 September 2005 Castillo motioned to Munz to come with him. They walked out of earshot of the others.