Chapter 72

I was just about to say something but was interrupted by a disturbance at the door in the rear of the room. A short Hispanic man wearing a suit burst through the door, followed by a female deputy who said, “Sir, I told you that you can’t go in there, they’re having a meeting.”

“What is it, Deputy?” I asked. “The meeting just ended.”

“He says he’s looking for you, Captain Martin.”

“I’m Captain Martin,” I said to the man. “Who are you?”

The man stood to his full five-foot-six inch height, put his hands on his hips, and said, “I’m Jorge Luis Garcia, and I’m the Special Agent in Charge of the Miami field office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”

You’re also a pompous little prick and more than a little infected with the short man’s syndrome,I thought.

“What can I do for you, SAC Garcia?” I said.

“Can we talk privately?”

“We can talk here and now. What’s on your mind?”