'Well, that was pretty easy,' Tony noted. The cooler was already in the back of his Ford Country Squire station wagon.
'Who do you suppose won the race today?' Eddie asked. They'd neglected to take a radio with them for the trip.
'I had a yard bet on Foyt, just to make it interesting.'
'Not Andretti?' Tucker asked.
'He's a paisan, but he ain't lucky. Betting is business,' Piaggi pointed out. Angelo was a thing of the past now, and the manner of his disposal was, after all, a little amusing, though the man might never eat crab cakes again.
'Well,' Tucker said, 'you know where to find me.'
'You'll get your money,' Eddie said, speaking out of place. 'End of the week, the usual place.' He paused. 'What if demand goes up?'
'I can handle it,' Tucker assured him. 'I can get all you want.'
'What the hell kind of pipeline do you have?' Eddie asked, pushing further.
'Angelo wanted to know that, too, remember? Gentlemen, if I told you that, you wouldn't need me, would you?'
Tony Piaggi smiled. 'Don't trust us?'
'Sure.' Tucker smiled. 'I trust you to sell the stuff and share the money with me.'
Piaggi nodded approval. 'I like smart partners. Stay that way. It's good for all of us. You have a banker?'
'Not yet, haven't thought about it much,' Tucker lied.
'Start thinking, Henry. We can help set you up, overseas bank. It's secure, numbered account, all that stuff. You can have somebody you know check it out. Remember, they can track money if you're not careful. Don't live it up too much. We've lost a lot of friends that way.'
'I don't take chances, Tony.'
Piaggi nodded. 'Good way to think. You have to be careful in this business. The cops are getting smart.'
'Not smart enough.' Neither were his partners, when it came to that, but one thing at a time.
CHAPTER 5
Commitments
The package arrived with a very jet-lagged Captain at the Navy's intelligence headquarters in Suitland, Maryland. On-staff photo-interpretation experts were supplemented by specialists from the Air Force's 1127th Field Activities Group at Fort Belvoir. It took twenty hours to go through the entire process, but the frames from the Buffalo Hunter were unusually good, and the American on the ground had done what he was supposed to do: look up and stare at the passing reconnaissance drone.
'Poor bastard paid the price for it,' a Navy chief observed to his Air Force counterpart. Just behind him the photo caught an NVA soldier with his rifle up and reversed. 'I'd like to meet you in a dark alley, you little fuck.'
'What do you think?' The Air Force senior master sergeant slid an ID photo over.
'Close enough I'd bet money on it.' Both intelligence specialists thought it odd that they had such a thin collection of files to compare with these photographs, but whoever had guessed had guessed well. They had a match. They didn't know that what they had was a series of photographs of a dead man.
Kelly let her sleep, glad that she was able to without any chemical help. He got himself dressed, went outside, and ran around his island twice - the circumference was about three quarters of a mile - to work up a sweat in the still morning air. Sam and Sarah, early risers also, bumped into him while he was cooling down on the dock.
'The change in you is remarkable, too,' she observed. She paused for a moment. 'How was Pam last night?'
The question jarred Kelly into a brief silence, followed by: 'What?'
'Oh, shit, Sarah...' Sam looked away and nearly laughed. His wife flushed almost as crimson as the dawn.
'She persuaded me not to medicate her last night,' Sarah explained. 'She was a little nervous, but she wanted to try and I let her talk me out of it. That's what I meant, John. Sorry.'
How to explain last night? First he'd been afraid to touch her, afraid to seem to be pressing himself on her, and then she'd taken that as a sign that he didn't like her anymore, and then... things had worked out.
'Mainly she has some damned-fool idea - ' Kelly stopped himself. Pam could talk to her about this, but it wasn't proper for him to do so, was it? 'She slept fine, Sarah. She really wore herself out yesterday.'
'I don't know that I've ever had a more determined patient.' She stabbed a hard finger into Kelly's chest. 'You've helped a lot, young man.'
Kelly looked away, not knowing what he was supposed to say. The pleasure was all mine? Part of him still believed that he was taking advantage of her. He'd stumbled upon a troubled girl and... exploited her? No, that wasn't true. He loved her. Amazing as that seemed. His life was changing into something recognizably normal - probably. He was healing her, but she was healing him as well.
'She's - she's worried that I won't - the stuff in her past, I mean. I really don't care much about that. You're right, she's a very strong girl. Hell, I have a somewhat checkered past, too, y'know? I ain't no priest, guys.'
'Let her talk it out,' Sam said. 'She needs that. You have to let things in the open before you start dealing with them.'
'You're sure it won't affect you? It might be some pretty ugly stuff,' Sarah observed, watching his eyes.
'Uglier than war?' Kelly shook his head. Then he changed the subject. 'What about the medications?'
The question relieved everyone, and Sarah was talking work again. 'She's been through the most crucial period. If there were going to be a serious withdrawal reaction, it would have happened already. She may still have periods of agitation, brought on by external stress, for example. In that case you have the phenobarb, and I've already written out instructions for you, but she's gutting it out. Her personality is far stronger than she appreciates. You're smart enough to see if she's having a bad time. If so, make her - make her - take one of the tablets.'
The idea of forcing her to do anything bridled Kelly. 'Look, doc, I can't - '
'Shut up, John. I don't mean jamming it down her throat. If you tell her that she really needs it, she's going to listen to you, okay?'
'How long?'
'For another week, maybe ten days,' Sarah said after a moment's reflection.
'And then?'
'Then you can think about the future you two might have together,' Sarah told him.
Sam felt uneasy getting this personal. 'I want her fully checked out, Kelly. When's the next time you're due into Baltimore?'
'A couple of weeks, maybe sooner. Why?'
Sarah handled that: 'I wasn't able to do a very thorough exam. She hasn't seen a physician in a long time, and I'll feel better if she has a CPX - complete history and physical. Who do you think, Sam?'
'You know Madge North?'
'She'll do,' Sarah thought. 'You know, Kelly, it wouldn't hurt for you to get checked out, too.'
'Do I look sick?' Kelly held his arms out, allowing them to survey the magnificence of his body.
'Don't give me that crap,' Sarah snapped back. 'When she shows up, you show up. I want to make sure you're both completely healthy - period. Got it?'
'Yes, ma'am.'
'One more thing, and I want you to hear me through,' Sarah went on. 'She needs to see a psychiatrist.'
'Why?'
'John, life isn't a movie. People don't put their problems behind and ride into a sunset in real life, okay? She's been sexually abused. She's been on drugs. Her self-esteem isn't very high right now. People in her position blame themselves for being victims. The right kind of therapy can help to fix that. What you're doing is important, but she needs professional help, too. Okay?'
Kelly nodded. 'Okay.'
'Good,' Sarah said, looking up at him. 'I like you. You listen well.'
