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‘Little Amy;‘ Greer said quietly。 ‘How they grow。‘ Maybe she wouldn‘t have drowned that hot July day; but it was one more thing to remember about his son。 One life saved; maybe three? That was something; wasn‘t it? Greer asked himself。
The three men turned and left the grave without a word; heading slowly back to the driveway。 They had to stop there。 A funeral procession was ing up the hill; soldiers of the Third Infantry Regiment; ‘The Old Guard;‘ doing their somber duty; laying another man to rest。 The admirals lined up again; saluting the flag draped on the casket and the man within。 The young Lieutenant manding the detail did the same。 He saw that one of the flag officers wore the pale blue ribbon denoting the Medal of Honor; and the severity of his gesture conveyed the depth of his respect。
‘Well; there goes another one;‘ Greer said with quiet bitterness after they had passed by。 ‘Dear God; what are we burying these kids for?‘
‘ ";Pay any price; bear any burden; meet any hardship; support any friend; oppose any foe 。。。"; ‘ Cas quoted。 ‘Wasn‘t all that long ago; was it? But when it came time to put the chips on the table; where were the bastards?‘
‘We are the chips; Cas;‘ Dutch Maxwell replied。 ‘This is the table。‘
Normal men might have wept; but these were not normal men。 Each surveyed the land dotted with white stones。 This had been the front lawn of Robert E。 Lee once … the house was still atop the hill … and the placement of the cemetery had been the cruel gesture of a government that had felt itself betrayed by the officer。 And yet Lee had in the end given his ancestral home to the service of those men whom he had most loved。 That was the kindest irony of this day; Maxwell reflected。
‘How do things look up the river; James?‘
‘Could be better; Dutch。 I have orders to clean house。 I need a pretty big broom。‘
‘Have you been briefed in on BOXWOOD GREEN?‘
‘No。‘ Greer turned and cracked his first smile of the day。 It wasn‘t much; but it was something; the others told themselves。 ‘Do I want to be?‘
‘We‘ll probably need your help。‘
‘Under the table?‘
‘You know what happened with KINGPIN;‘ Casimir Podulski noted。
‘They were damned lucky to get out;‘ Greer agreed。 ‘Keeping this one tight; eh?‘
‘You bet we are。‘
‘Let me know what you need。 You‘ll get everything I can find。 You doing the ";three"; work; Cas?‘
‘That‘s right。‘ Any designator with a …3 at the end denoted the operations and planning department; and Podulski had a gift for that。 His eyes glittered as brightly as his Wings of Gold in the morning sun。
‘Good;‘ Greer observed。 ‘How‘s little Dutch doing?‘
‘Flying for Delta now。 Copilot; he‘ll make captain in due course; and I‘ll be a grandfather in another month or so。‘
‘Really? Congratulations; my friend。‘ 
‘I don‘t blame him for getting out。 I used to; but not now。‘
‘What‘s the name of the SEAL who went in to get him?‘
‘Kelly。 He‘s out; too;‘ Maxwell said。
‘You should have gotten the Medal for him; Dutch;‘ Podulski said。 ‘I read the citation。 That was as hairy as they e。‘
‘I made him a chief。 I couldn‘t get the Medal for him。‘ Maxwell shook his head。 ‘Not for rescuing the son of an admiral; Cas。 You know the politics。‘
‘Yeah。‘ Podulski looked up the hill。 The funeral procession had stopped; and the casket was being moved off the gun carriage。 A young widow was watching her husband‘s time on earth end。 ‘Yeah; I know about politics。‘
Tucker eased the boat into the slip。 The inboard…outboard drive made that easy。 He cut the engine and grabbed the mooring lines; which he tied off quickly。 Tony and Eddie lifted the beer cooler out while Tucker collected the loose gear and snapped a few covers into place before joining his panions on the parking lot。 
‘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。
C5
    CHAPTER 5
mitments
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 pare 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 

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