Angel was on the team. And he was right. We needed another trip to the warehouse and a more positive report on Vic Maitlin. Why? Because our lives were in jeopardy. Because until we settled this situation once and for all, we would be involved. Because I owed Vic Maitlin my life.
And because I wanted my child to read his eighth-grade history lesson and not find that his old man screwed up.
“Angel, you still missed the most important part of this scenario.” James polished off the potato salad with one final bite. He chewed thoughtfully, washed it down with a swallow of Coke and in dramatic fashion laid his hands flat on the table and gazed at the two of us. “The CIA has told us to stay away from this. The CIA, gentlemen.”
Angel, in an equally dramatic presentation, lay his large, black hands on the table. “You may never have met with the CIA.”
“Did you not hear the story I told you earlier today?”
“I listened very carefully.”
“And what?” James turned his hands palms up. “You don’t believe me?”
Angel looked at me. “You believed you saw a police officer the night of the fire. Now, you believe that same man was one of the two Cubans who tried to kill you.”
“And your point is?”
“Our beliefs change. Depending on new information.”
“And do we have new information? I hadn’t heard of any.”
“You now have my information. The CIA, under current guidelines, does not get involved in the investigation of American citizens.”
“But-” James and I had both talked to the man.
“They don’t.”
James shook his head. “So you think the guy was phony?”
“The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms may get involved.”
That made sense. These guys had massive amounts of what I assumed were illegal firearms.
“The FBI may get involved. But not the CIA. The second thing you must do is start asking for more positive identification when you meet these imposters.”
We sat there for a minute, James and I looking at each other, both wondering the same thing. Did Jackie know the guy was a phony? Finally, I said, “Angel, how the hell do you know this?”
“It’s not important how I know. I know. I also know this. If there is a plot to overthrow Castro, the CIA would not try to stop it. They’d probably applaud the effort.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
I had something to run from. Something I could leave. A woman who wasn’t sure she even wanted my child, and an international plot to overthrow a dictator. I’d gone from wondering if I could pay my bills, to the possibility of fatherhood and war with Cuba. My God. Life and death. Freedom and Communism. Had my father been faced with such problems, maybe he would have stayed. Nah, my father would have left even earlier. The heaviness, the weight of the world in one decision, all rested on me. And on James. And on Angel and probably on Jackie and Emily.
I couldn’t comprehend all the consequences. And when you are unable to fathom the depth of a problem- when you are incapable of sorting out the logic in a situation, then I guess the best thing to do is to cover your ass. And in a brief moment of sobriety, that’s what I decided to do, although protecting my ass meant protecting my ass, Em’s ass, and the unborn baby’s ass. Still a weighty problem.
“I stopped by Gas and Grocery and got a case of oil. You owe half. I’ll get you the bill.” James walked in, and before any polite greeting, he hit me with the fact that I owed him.
“If I’m going to get socked for the bill, where’s the oil?”
“I put it behind the false wall in the truck.”
He walked to the refrigerator and took out a beer, frowning at me on the couch. I’d been home for two hours and he was just getting off work. He twisted off the top and took a long, slow pull on the bottle. Cans this week were cheaper at several outlets, but our one guilty pleasure was glass bottles. Somehow, the beer tastes better. It just does.
“So what do you think?”
He didn’t ask about dinner. He didn’t ask how Em was or if I’d sold any more systems. He just went right to the heart of the matter.
“Well, everything Angel said made sense.”
“And what about that Angel? Jesus, he seems in tune with exactly what we’re doing and what’s going on around us. It scared the hell out of me.”
“James, if he’s right, he could be the best thing that ever happened to us. And if he’s wrong-” I hadn’t thought that through. He seemed so logical, I didn’t doubt him. Two weeks ago I thought he was a crackhead. Today, I was willing to bet my life on him. Literally.
“Let’s assume he’s one hundred percent, pard. If he is, if the CIA guy was phony, then there’s a strong possibility that Jackie is involved.”
“Oh, come on. She was duped too.” I believed in her, if only because she was Em’s friend. “That’s assuming that he was phony.”
“Why are they coming to her?”
“James, she told us. She spread it around that she thought Rick was involved in illegal activities. Jackie found out that her husband is involved with the plot to overthrow Cuba. The two of them have already decided to break up, but now she thinks she has something on him. So, she threatens to go to the CIA or another authority. Maybe she wants a bigger settlement.”
“Got proof that it happened that way?”
“I told you from the beginning what Jackie told Emily. She told her that Rick Fuentes was involved in a terrorist plot.”
“Yeah. But Jackie didn’t know that Rick was being blackmailed. If you’re right, and she considered going to the CIA, she thought he was a willing participant. And, she probably was hoping he was guilty. I have a feeling she’d like to see him squirm a little bit.”
“But now she’s getting threatening calls.”
“If this Krueger is really from the CIA, they’ll help her.”
I shook my head. “Oh, yeah. What are the three things people have learned not to believe? The check is in the mail, I won’t come in your mouth, and I’m from the government and I’m here to help you.”
“Angel seemed pretty sure Krueger wasn’t for real.”
“Angel also said if the CIA knew of a plot against Castro-”
James finished the sentence. “They’d applaud the effort. Jesus, you don’t think that Krueger and the CIA are-?”
“Let’s find out.”
“What, now we’re going to stalk the CIA?”
“Nah.” For a buck fifty I dialed 411.
“Information. What city and state?”
“Miami, Florida.”
“What listing?”
“Central Intelligence Agency.”
There was as short pause. “I have no listing for that agency.”
“Can you just try the initials, CIA?”
“Oh. Like the CIA?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that one.
“There is no listing.”
