Tucker allowed himself a good laugh。 The ‘old guard‘ had been overcharging for years。 That was monopoly pricing for you。 Anyone would have taken the two of them for businessmen； or perhaps lawyers； since there were lots of both in this restaurant two blocks from the new Garmatz courthouse。 Piaggi was somewhat better dressed； in Italian silk； and he made a mental note to introduce Henry to his tailor。 At least the guy had learned how to groom himself。 Next he had to learn not to dress too flashy： Respectable was the word。 Just enough that people treated you with deference。 The flashy ones； like the pimps； were playing a dangerous game that they were too dumb to understand。
‘Next shipment； twice as much。 Can your friends handle it？‘
‘Easy。 The people in Philly are especially happy。 Their main supplier had a little accident‘
‘Yeah； I saw the paper yesterday。 Sloppy。 Too many people in the crew； right？‘
‘Henry； you just keep getting smarter and smarter。 Don‘t get too smart； okay？ Good advice；‘ Piaggi said with quiet emphasis。
‘That‘s cool； Tony。 What I‘m saying is； let‘s not make that kind of mistake ourselves； okay？‘
Piaggi relaxed； sipping his beer。 ‘That‘s right； Henry。 And I don‘t mind saying that it‘s nice to do business with somebody who knows how to organize。 There‘s a lot of curiosity about where your stuff es from。 I‘m covering that for you。 Later on； though； if you need more financing。。。‘
Tucker‘s eyes blazed briefly across the table。 ‘No； Tony。 No now； no forever。‘
‘Okay for now。 Something to think about for later。‘
Tucker nodded； apparently letting it go at that； but wondering what sort of move his ‘partner‘ might be planning。 Trust； in this sort of enterprise； was a variable quantity。 He trusted Tony to pay on time。 He‘d offered Piaggi favorable terms； which had been honored； and the eggs this goose laid were his real life insurance。 He was already at the point that a missed payment wouldn‘t harm his operation； and as long as he had a steady supply of good heroin； they‘d do business like a business； which was why he‘d approached them in the first place。 But there was no real loyalty here。 Trust stopped at his usefulness。 Henry had never expected any more than that； but if his associate ever started pressing on his pipeline 。。。
Piaggi wondered if he‘d pressed too far； wondering if Tucker knew the potential of what they were doing。 To control distribution on the entire East Coast； and do so from within a careful and secure organization； that was like a dream e true。 Surely he would soon need more capital； and his contacts were already asking how they might help。 But he could see that Tucker did not recognize the innocence of the inquiry； and if he discussed it further； protesting his goodwill； that would only make things worse。 And so Piaggi went back to his lunch and decided to leave things be for a while。 It was too bad。 Tucker was a very smart small…timer； but still a small…timer at heart。 Perhaps he‘d learn to grow。 Henry could never be ‘made；‘ but he could still bee an important part of the organization。
‘Next Friday okay？‘ Tucker asked。
‘Fine。 Keep it secure。 Keep it smart。‘
‘You got it； man。‘
It was an uneventful flight； a Piedmont 737 out of Friendship International Airport。 Kelly rode coach； and the stewardess brought him a light lunch。 Flying over America was so different from his other adventures aloft。 It surprised him how many swimming pools there were。 Everywhere you flew； lifting off from the airport； even over the rolling hills of Tennessee； the overhead sun would sparkle off little square patches of chlorine…blue water surrounded by green grass。 His country appeared to be so benign a place； so fortable； until you got closer。 But at least you didn‘t have to watch for tracer fire。
The Avis counter had a car waiting； along with a map。 It turned out that he could have flown into Panama City； Florida； but New Orleans； he decided； would suit him just fine。 Kelly tossed both his suitcases into the trunk and headed east。 It was rather like driving his boat； though somewhat more hectic； dead time in which he could let his mind work； examining possibilities and procedures； his eyes sweeping the traffic while his mind saw something else entirely。 That was when he started to smile； a thin； posed expression that he never thought about while his imagination took a careful and measured look at the next few weeks。
Four hours after landing； having passed through the lower ends of Mississippi and Alabama； he stopped his car at the main gate of Eglin AFB。 A fitting place for the KINGPIN troopers to have trained； the heat and humidity were an exact match with the country they‘d ultimately invaded； hot and moist。 Kelly waited outside the guard post for a blue Air Force sedan to meet him。 When it did； an officer got out。
‘Mr Clark？‘
‘Yes。‘ He handed over his ID folder。 The officer actually saluted him； which was a novel experience。 Clearly someone was overly impressed with CIA。 This young officer had probably never interacted with anybody from there。 Of course； Kelly had actually bothered to wear a tie in the hope of looking as respectable as possible。
‘If you‘ll follow me； please； sir。‘ The officer； Captain Griffin； led him to a first…floor room at the Bachelor Officers Quarters； which was somewhat like a medium…quality motel and agreeably close to the beach。 After helping Kelly get unpacked； Griffin walked him to the Officers‘ Club； where； he said； Kelly had visitor‘s privileges。 All he had to do was show his room key。
‘I can‘t knock the hospitality； Captain。‘ Kelly felt obligated to buy the first beer。 ‘You know why I‘m here？‘
‘I work intelligence；‘ Griffin replied。
‘KINGPIN？‘ As though in a movie； the officer looked around before replying。
‘Yes； sir。 We have all the documents you need ready for you。 I hear you worked special ops over there； too。‘
‘Correct。‘
‘I have one question； sir；‘ the Captain said。
‘Shoot；‘ Kelly invited between sips。 He‘d dried out on the drive from New Orleans。
‘Do they know who burned the mission？‘
‘No；‘ Kelly replied； and on a whim added； ‘Maybe I can pick up something on that。‘
‘My big brother was in that camp； we think。 He‘d be home now except for whatever 。。。‘
‘Motherfucker；‘ Kelly said helpfully。 The Captain actually blushed。
‘If you identify him； then what？‘
‘Not my department；‘ Kelly replied； regretting his earlier ment。 ‘When do I start？‘
‘Supposed to be tomorrow morning； Mr Clark； but the documents are all in my office。‘
‘I need a quiet room； a pot of coffee； maybe some sandwiches。‘
‘I think we can handle that； sir。‘
‘Then let me get started。‘
Ten minutes later； Kelly got his wish。 Captain Griffin had supplied him with a yellow legal pad and a battery of pencils。 Kelly started off with the first set of reconnaissance photographs； these taken by an RF…101 Voodoo； and as with SENDER GREEN； the discovery of Song Tay had been a plete accident； the random discovery of an unexpected thing in a place expected to have been a minor military training installation。 But in the yard of the camp had been letters stomped in the dirt； or arranged with stones or hanging lau