“I don’t like the sound of that. He’s entitled to the protection of the Geneva Convention.”
“If that gets to be a real problem—which means if
“You’re serious?”
“There would be a certain poetic justice in that, don’t you think? A devout Nazi being guarded by American Communists?”
“Before you do that, Alex, I’ll want to talk about it again.”
Graham shrugged, then drained his coffee cup.
[TWO]
Lockheed Air Terminal Burbank, California 1805 4 August 1943
Clete had moved into the Lodestar’s pilot’s seat as they had approached the U.S.-Mexican border. He decided that it would be better to have an American voice—and one familiar with American procedures—dealing with the en route controllers and the Lockheed Terminal tower than a Spanish-tinged one who didn’t really know what he was doing.
And as there were military air bases all over Southern California, he had also thought it possible, even likely, that they would be intercepted by Air Force or Navy—or even Marine—fighters because someone hadn’t got the word about an Argentine airliner having been cleared to enter the country. He knew how to talk to another American fighter pilot; none of the others did.
But no fighter had appeared off his wing, and when he called the Lockheed Terminal tower for approach and landing instructions, the air traffic personnel matter-of-factly gave them to him.
When Frade turned the Lodestar on final and felt he could finally relax, a warning message came from a remote corner of his brain:
Ninety seconds later, Frade greased the Lodestar in. For a moment he was elated, but then he had the further presence of mind to tell himself:
Three minutes later, when the ground handler signaled that he should cut his engines, and he had done so without anything falling off or blowing up, he smiled at Delgano.
“Gonzo, we have apparently cheated death again.”
Delgano smiled back and shook his head, then started to unfasten his shoulder harness.
Clete decided, with an audible sigh, that now he
Then he looked out the side cockpit window and saw that ground handlers were not the only people who had met the Lodestar. There were assorted uniformed police, Border Patrol officers, two Military Policemen, and several other men in business suits waiting to greet the visitors from Argentina.
[THREE]
The Chateau Marmont 8221 Sunset Boulevard Hollywood, California 1950 4 August 1943
The convoy of three mostly identical 1942 Chevrolet Carryalls—truck-based vehicles that could be described as station wagons on steroids; one white, two black, and all bearing U.S. government license plates and with the legend FOR OFFICIAL USE ONLY painted on their doors—was stopped in the eastbound lane of Sunset. The Carryalls waited until there was a break in the flow of traffic, then turned left and rolled up a steep side street, then immediately into a driveway and stopped.