of figure of interest, then itâs above my security clearance. Maybe you should ask Tyndall.â
âNot even from a Cuban angle?â
âCuban? As in Gitmo?â
âI donât know.â
âWell, this gets weirder all the time.â Now it was his cheeks turning hot. He hoped he wasnât blushing.
âYeah. I thought so, too.â
âSo what the hell did he say, exactly?â
âIf Iâm leaving it out of my report, then I probably shouldnât tell anyone else. Even you. Not until I can go over it with Niswar again.â
Falk wasnât sure how he felt about that. Was she omitting the detail to spare him or to avoid heat from above? Both, perhaps. With the military interrogators, there were always extra considerations involving your superior officers, and how they might react.
But Falk was even more puzzled by where the information must have come from. In the course of his give-and-take with Adnan, he would have sworn he hadnât let slip any specifics about his past.
âSo who else was in there?â he asked.
âNo one, fortunately. Just the MP, who doesnât know a word of Arabic. Donât worry, if it ever goes into a report youâll be the first to know.â
âThanks. I think.â
She smiled, a bit grimly perhaps, but before she could say another word Tyndall interrupted, settling into a seat that had just opened up to Falkâs left.
âLife gets sweeter by the day down here, doesnât it?â He gestured to a swirled mound of chocolate soft-serve ice cream. It was the mess hallâs newest attraction, although Mitch was the only one among them who ate it for breakfast. âNext week theyâll probably be throwing steaks on the grill.â
When neither Falk nor Pam answered right away, Tyndall awakened to the possibility he was intruding.
âSorry. Bad timing?â
âNo more than usual,â Falk said.
âLike I said last night, Iâm really sorry about that. Itâs just that I only had two hours to try and get a whole network out of my man Muhammad.â
âWhatever,â Falk replied.
âHey. Blame our team leader. Demanding son of a bitch, especially where triviaâs concerned.â
âTrivia?â A new voice approached from the service line. It was Falkâs roomie, Whitaker, looking for a seat. âYouâre not questioning the value of the product again, are you, Mitch?â
âTake mine,â Falk said, standing. The long hours without sleep seemed to catch up to him all at once as he rose. What he needed most was a shower and a nap. There would doubtless be paperwork to file, colleagues of Ludwigâs to interview, plus other leads to pursue, and the general would want it all done by yesterday. But without some shut-eye heâd never get any of it done.
âYouâre just the man I wanted to see,â Whitaker said. âEspecially if youâre headed back to our château.â
âYou need something?â
âNo. Just make sure you check the mail on the kitchen table. Itâs not every day that a perfumed envelope arrives from Puerto Rico. Nice handwriting, too. Laying the groundwork for your next leave, big guy?â
âWoo-hoo!â Tyndall offered, fanning the flame. No one turned toward Pam, but Falk knew they were dying for a glance. She obliged them by standing.
âHere, Whitaker. Take my seat. Iâll leave you boys to the kiss-and-tell.â
She kept it light, but not without a passing glance at Falk that was several degrees cooler than a moment ago. So much for shared trust.
But that was the least of Falkâs worries. At the mention of a perfumed envelopeâfrom Puerto Rico, no lessâhe could already guess at the fragrance, a bouquet now blooming in his senses despite the mess hallâs stale funk of overcooked eggs and wet mops. It was an island scent, part hibiscus and part spice, and it called
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