Chapter 18

“That’s not very decisive.”

“Babe, this guy is a newly appointed one-star general. At this stage of his career, he’s not gonna do much more than wipe his butt without going through channels and asking permission from somebody.”

“Surely you jest?”

“Only a little. I know the type—he’s gonna be what we refer to in the army as a ‘by the book’ clown. Believe me, his future career hangs on the success of this project, and he knows it.”

Arlington, VA17 December 2010

Ian

BY THE TIME I got home Friday, the tension was beginning to get to me, and I was wound up tightly. The phone rang as I was hanging my suit in the closet. Randy wasn’t home yet, so I answered it. “Have you thought things over, doc?” my unknown caller said.

“There’s nothing to think over. The answer is no.”

“That’s too bad,” he said. “Those Jesuits you work for are going to love seeing a certain picture of two naked men.”

“Yeah, they’ll probably use it as jerk-off material. Good for them.”