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m hidden until his passport and entry papers were sent by diplomatic courier from Washington。 Once he became an official tourist； he could search for the riddle of the La Dorada treasure。
Velikov presented no problem。 Alive； the general was a dangerous menace。 He would go on murdering and torturing。 Dead； he was only a memory。 Pitt decided to kill him with one quick shot in a deserted alley。 Anyone curious enough to investigate would simply chalk the blast up to a backfire from the truck。
He turned into a narrow road between a row of deserted warehouses near the dock area and stopped the truck。 He left the engine running and stepped to the rear of the truck。 As he climbed over the tailgate； he saw Jessie's head and arms protruding from the load of manure。 Blood was seeping from a small gash in her temple and her right eye was swelling and turning purple。 The only signs of Velikov and the Cuban driver were hollowed…out indentations where Pitt had buried them。
They were gone。
He eased her out of the muck and brushed it away from her cheeks。 Her eyes fluttered open and focused on him； and after a moment she slowly shook her head from side to side。 〃I'm sorry； I messed things up。〃
〃What happened？〃 he asked。
〃The driver came to and attacked me。 I didn't yell to you for help because I was afraid we might arouse suspicion and be stopped by police。 We wrestled for the gun and it was lost over the side of the truck。 Then the general grabbed my arms and the driver beat me until I passed out。〃 Something suddenly occurred to her and she looked around wildly。 〃Where are they？〃
〃Must have jumped from the truck；〃 he answered。 〃Can you remember where or how long ago it took place？〃
The effort of concentration showed on her face。 〃I think it was about the time we were ing into the city。 I recall hearing the sound of heavy traffic。〃
〃Less than twenty minutes ago。〃
He helped her to the side of the truck bed and gently lowered her to the ground。 〃Best if we leave the truck here and catch a cab。〃
〃I can't go anywhere smelling like this；〃 she said in surprise。 〃And look at you。 You look ridiculous。 Your whole front end is open。〃
Pitt shrugged。 〃Oh； well； I won't be arrested for indecent exposure。 I still have my shorts on。〃
〃We can't catch a cab；〃 she said in exasperation。 〃We don't have any Cuban pesos。〃
〃The American mission at the Swiss Embassy will take care of it。 Do you know where they're located？〃
〃It's called the Special Interests Section。 Cuba has the same setup in Washington。 The building faces the water on a boulevard called the Malecon。〃
〃We'll hide out until it gets dark。 Maybe we can find a water faucet and clean you up。 Velikov will launch a full…scale search of the city for us。 They'll probably watch the embassy； so we'll have to figure a way to sneak in。 You feel strong enough to start walking？〃
〃You know something；〃 she said with a pained smile； 〃I'm getting awfully tired of you asking that question。〃
Ira Hagen stepped off the aircraft and entered the terminal of Jose Marti Airport。 He had prepared himself for a hassle with the immigration officials； but they simply glanced at his diplomatic passport and passed him through with a minimum of formality。 As he walked to the baggage claim； a man in a seersucker suit hailed him。
〃Mr。 Hagen？〃
〃I'm Hagen。〃
〃Tom Clark； chief of the Special Interests Section。 I was alerted to your arrival by Douglas Oates himself〃
Hagen measured Clark。 The diplomat was an athletic thirty…five or so； with a tan face； Errol Flynn moustache； thinning red hair neatly bed forward to hide the spreading bare front； blue eyes； and a nose that had been broken more than once。 He pumped Hagen's hand heartily a good seven times。
〃I don't suppose you greet many Americans down here；〃 said Hagen。
〃Very few since President Reagan placed the island off limits to tourists and businessmen。〃
〃I assume you've been apprised of the reason for my visit。〃
〃Better we wait and discuss it in the car；〃 said Clark； nodding toward an unobtrusive fat woman sitting nearby with a small suitcase on her lap。
Hagen didn't need a blueprint to recognize a stakeout with a disguised receiver that recorded their every word。
After close to an hour； Hagen's suitcase was finally cleared and they made for Clark's car； a Lincoln sedan with a driver。 A light rain was falling； but Clark was prepared with an umbrella。 The driver placed the suitcase in the trunk and they set off toward the Swiss Embassy； where the U。S。 Special Interests Section was housed。
Hagen had honeymooned in Cuba several years before the revolution and he found that Havana looked much the same as he remembered it。 The pastel colors of the stucco buildings gracing the palm…lined avenues seemed faded but little changed。 It was a nostalgic trip。 The streets were teeming with 1950s automobiles； makes that stirred old memories Kaisers； Studebakers； Packards； Hudsons； and even one or two Edsels。 They mingled with the newer Fiats from Italy and Ladas from Russia。
The city thrived； but not with the passions of the Batista years。 The beggars； prostitutes； and slums were gone； replaced with an austere shabbiness that was the hallmark of munist countries。 Marxism was a wart on the rectum of mankind； Hagen decided。
He turned to Clark。 〃How long have you been in the diplomatic service？〃
〃Never；〃 Clark answered。 〃I'm with the pany。〃
〃CIA。〃
Clark nodded。 〃If you prefer。〃
〃That line about Douglas Oates？〃
〃For the benefit of the airport eavesdropper。 I was informed of your mission by Martin Brogan。〃
〃Where do you stand on finding and disarming the device？〃
Clark smiled darkly。 〃You can call it a bomb。 No doubt a low…yield bomb； but having enough punch to level half of Havana and start a firestorm that will incinerate every flimsy house and but in the suburbs。 And no； we haven't found it。 We've got an undercover team of twenty men probing the dock areas and the three ships in question。 Nothing has turned up。 They might as well be looking for a shoe in a swamp。 The celebration ceremonies and parade are less than eighteen hours away。 It would take an army of two thousand searchers to find the bomb in time。 And to make matters worse； our tiny force is handicapped by having to work around Cuban and Russian security measures。 As things look； I'd have to say the detonation is inevitable。〃
〃If I can get through to Castro and give him the President's warning〃
〃Castro won't talk to anybody；〃 said Clark。 〃Our most trusted officials in the Cuban government we own five who hold top…level positions can't make contact。 I hate to say it； but your job is more hopeless than mine。〃
〃Are you going to evacuate your people？〃
There was a look of deep sadness in Clark's eyes。 〃No。 We're all going to stay on this thing to the end。〃
Hagen was silent as the driver turned off the Malecon and through the entrance of what had once been the United States Embassy but was now officially occupied by the Swiss。 Two guards in Swiss Army uniforms swung open the high iron gate。