“I think that Perry may be as high as Darling dared to go,” Hood said. “If he had called the Speaker of the House, and he could have—they’ve golfed together a number of times, according to the files—political survival instincts would have forced the Speaker to ask himself, ‘What if Darling is guilty? Do I really want to go to bat for this guy?’ ”

“Okay,” Herbert said. “That’s another indication our boy Darling has something to hide.”

“Right. But that doesn’t mean Darling was caught off guard,” Hood said. “This could still be a diversion to keep you away from the real transport. Or worse. Have you got night vision?”

“No. Nor weapons.”

“Jesus,” Hood said.

“Him I’ve got. On a chain, right near my heart,” Herbert said.

It took a moment before Hood got the reference. He smiled.

“Look, Paul,” Herbert went on. “We’re almost at the site, and I haven’t heard anything to make me want to turn back. If these guys do tag us with some kind of sucker punch, come back here in force. Dig up the boat, search it ass to chin, and find something to implicate Jervis Darling. Nothing is ever one hundred percent clean. Nothing.”

“Bob, we’ve charged into places before and paid a heavy price,” Hood reminded him. They lost Charlie Squires in Russia, and the bulk of the Striker team averting war between India and Pakistan.

“Yeah. And I paid a toll when I was just standing around an embassy minding my own business,” Herbert said.

“Beirut was a war zone,” Hood reminded him.

“Paul, these days, the world’s a goddamn war zone,” Herbert said. “Anyway, I have no right to turn back. Managing crises is part of the job description. If this is the boat the smugglers have been using, it certainly qualifies.”

Hood was fresh out of “Yeah buts . . .” He had done that part of his job. Now it was time to do the next part. The secondary, more difficult part. To rein in his own natural conservatism. To refrain from overruling his field officer. To let him have his head.

To allow him to risk his life.

“All right. Just keep the phone line open, will you?” Hood asked.

“Sure,” Herbert said. “You won’t hear much, though. It’s pretty damn noisy in here.”

“That’s exactly what I hope to hear, Bob,” Hood replied.

“I don’t follow,” Herbert said.

“I want to hear a very loud helicopter returning from a successful recon mission,” Hood said.

“Gotcha,” Herbert said. “Thanks. We’re getting ready to switch on the spotlight now. And Paul?”

“Yes?”

“If that bastard Perry calls again, put him on hold,” Herbert said.

“Sure. Why?”

“With luck,” Herbert said, “we’ll have some news for you real soon.”

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