Chapters (68)
‘I’ll make a judgment about that security situation of yours in the next couple of days, Mr McCutcheon. But I’ve already made a judgment about the unnecessary harassment and intimidation of federal officers within the administrative area of Fort Hood and Killeen. Before I lift a finger on this project, you will take measures to ensure this harassment ends. Immediately.’
The ambient noise level in the hotel bar fell away completely. Again. Caitlin was aware of everybody trying, without actually staring, to follow what was happening within the little tableau presented by the three of them. Musso looked deeply uncomfortable but willing to let her play it out in character. McCutcheon seemed amused. He held up his hands in mock surrender.
‘Damn, working with you is going to be fun, Colonel.’
‘Not if I don’t get my way,’ she said without a trace of humour.
McCutcheon’s blue eyes were twinkling and two small creases had formed at one side of his mouth as he suppressed a smirk.
‘Okay, you got me. We do like to have our fun down here, and I will admit sometimes we might take a joke a bit too far. But I wasn’t joking before, ma’am.’ He allowed the boyish grin to fade as he rearranged his features to telegraph Deep Concern. It was quite an act. ‘I know that all the way up there in the Northwest, y’all don’t think much of Roberto as a threat. But he is pushing us every opportunity he gets. Before we brought down the hammer, we had his people all over the state. They were openly sizing us up for a smack-down. If it feels like a bit of an armed camp here, in contrast with friendly old hippieville up in Washington State, it’s because we are an armed camp. I hope you’ll come to see the necessity of that over the next couple of days. Governor feels we need a lot more assets in the Caribbean, on the Canal, and all the way down through Mexico into Central America. Only the federal government can do that. You have the reach, the TDF does not.’
The drinks arrived, breaking the atmosphere.
‘Thank you, darlin’,’ McCutcheon purred, winking at the soldier. Caitlin almost expected him to slap her on the ass as she walked away. But what little remained of his military bearing, coupled with years of enforced sensitivity training, seemed to have stayed his wandering hand. For the moment, at any rate.