tonight?â
âI donât know. Perhaps.â
âWhy donât you call me from Washington, let me know? I could thaw steaks and Toad can cook them tonight on the grill. Iâll thaw one out for you.â
âOkay.â
She touched his cheek. âYou seem happier than Iâve seen you in years, Jake. Youâre fully engaged.â
âThey keep me jumping, thatâs for sure.â
âAnd you love it.â
He grinned. âItâs the niftiest job Iâve had in years. Maybe ever. The truth is that itâs fun working with really smart people, like Ilin. Man, I didnât know there were this many geniuses in the world. At times I feel like Iâm the dumbest kid in the class, but what the hey. Iâm giving it my best shot. And yeah, thatâs fun.â
They found Toad and Ilin sitting on the screened-in porch drinking coffee. In his mid-forties, Janos Ilin was a tall, lean man with craggy features and lively, expressive features. He greeted Callie now with a phrase in Russian, and she fired a few words back at him.
âGood morning, Jake,â Ilin said to the admiral with a smile. Ilin liked to use first names. Apparently someone had told him that was the American custom and he took it to heart.
âSo did you sleep okay?â
âFine, Jake. Just fine.â
âIâm going back to Washington in a few minutes,â Jake said, more to Toad than Ilin. âYou guys make yourselves at home. Callie is going to thaw steaks for tonight.â
âWill you be returning this evening, sir?â Toad asked.
âI donât know.â
Jake took his coffee with him when he went upstairs to pack. As he climbed the stairs he heard Callie speaking to Ilin in Russian, probably asking him what he wanted for breakfast. When Jake came back downstairs carrying his overnight bag, he found Ilin inspecting the bookshelf.
âHelp yourself,â he told the Russian. âToad, how about driving me down to the hospital helo pad.â
He kissed his wife, then went out to the car with Tarkington. As Toad piloted the car along the highway, Jake told him of the submarine hijacking. âUSS America, according to the Pentagon duty officer. Itâs on television, he says; all the channels are running news specials. Turn it on when you get back, watch Ilinâs reaction.â
âWhy?â Toad asked, referring to the theft of the sub.
âI dunno. Someone wanted a sub.â
Toad whistled. âHolyâ¦!â
After a bit Jake asked, âWhat do you think of Ilin?â
âHeâs sharp as a razor, Admiral. Itâs hard to figure what heâs thinking, but I suspect that he has a low opinion of you and me. Itâs just a feeling I have, nothing specific.â
âWe are sorta small-caliber guys,â Jake muttered.
âHe speaks great English,â Toad continued. âHas an excellent vocabulary. Seems to know a lot about a lot of stuff. He has something to say about every subject I could think to raise. This morning you saw him checking out your taste in literature.â
As Jake mentally cataloged the thrillers, mysteries, and action-adventure novels that filled his shelves, Toad added, âHe thinks weâre nincompoops.â
âThereâs nothing on my shelves that will disabuse him of that notion,â Jake replied. âLetâs let him hang on to it as long as possible.â
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