had just served our drinks when Bullert appeared, behaving as if meeting us like that had been as lucky as picking the Gopher 5. All of my internal alarm systems flared at once. It wasnât that I had any fear of Bullert, whom I hadnât seen since that frigid night in Lakeville. It was that he was wearing a suit, a tie, and black wingtips. Clearly he hadnât come to Columbia for a good walk spoiled, as Twain might have put it.
After taking a seat, Bullert said, âMcKenzie, I was just thinking about you.â
âIs that right?â
âHowâs the shoulder?â
I flexed it to show that my broken collarbone had healed nicely. âGood as new,â I said.
âThe concussionâno lingering symptoms, I hope.â
âNothing for a couple of months now, thanks for asking,â I said. âWhy are you asking?â
âI heard you got banged up a while back. Something about a museum heist.â He was staring at Harry now, looking for assistance. The FBI agentâs expression suggested that he was uncomfortable about giving it, although it occurred to me that Bullert would not have known I was going to be at the golf course if Harry hadnât told him. I took a sip of my beverage and waited for the shoe to drop. It didnât take long.
âBusy these days?â Bullert asked.
âI manage to keep occupied,â I said.
âDoing favors for friends, I hear.â
âMcKenzieâs a born kibitzer,â Harry said.
Bullert pointed at my drink. âBuy you another?â
I rested the palm of my hand on top of the glass. âNo, Iâm good.â
Bullert nodded.
Harry nodded.
I nodded, too, but then I hate to be left out.
âWhat?â I asked. âWhat do you want, Chad?â
âHow come you never gave me a nickname like Harry?â
âI did. I called you Alec because you look like the actor Alec Baldwin, but I havenât seen you for five years so it didnât stick.â
Bullert turned to Harry. âDo I look like Alec Baldwin?â
âNo,â Harry said.
âWhat do you guys want?â I asked.
Harry looked away as if he were too embarrassed to answer. Bullert wasnât so self-conscious. âI need a favor,â he said.
âWhat kind of favor?â
âWill you help?â
âWhat kind of favor?â
âItâs for your country.â
Uh-oh, my inner voice said. For Bullert to play that card so early in the conversation â¦
âA wise man once said that patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel,â I told him.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âYou wouldnât be shamelessly appealing to my love of country unless something went splat and now you need assistance cleaning up the mess. Am I right?â
Bullert gave Harry a sideways glance. Again he seemed to want help, and again Harry looked like he wished he were somewhere else.
âHave you ever heard of Operation Fast and Furious?â Bullert asked.
âIs that the title of the new Vin Diesel movie?â
âWeâre serious, McKenzie.â
âYes, I know about Fast and Furious. It was in all the papers.â
âWhat do you know?â
âIt was the name of a sting gone bad. A few years ago, the ATFâyou guysâand some federal prosecutors supplied gun dealers with seventeen hundred weapons, the plan being that you would track the weapons and then arrest the dealers and their customers when they illegally resold them to the Mexican drug cartels. Only you screwed upâyou lost track of the guns. Now theyâre popping up at crime scenes all along the border. Thereâs evidence that they might even have been used to kill our own guys. Congress found out, hearings were held, disgruntled ATF agents and other whistle-blowers testified, high-ranking officials lost their jobs, the administration was embarrassedâjust another sunny day in our nationâs
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