Clete shook his, "no."
"Bird fucking colonel of the SS. Fancy black uniform, with skulls on the collar. I can't believe they had the balls to show up there."
"If they didn't show up, it might look like they had something to do with my father's murder," Clete said. "And speaking of wearing that, you look like a recruiting poster. But wearing that Silver Star isn't too smart. What are you go-ing to say if somebody asks you what you got it for?"
"I thought about that. I wore it for your father. If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't be around to wear it. And I figure they took him out because of how I got it, what we did. And I figured nobody here knows what the fuck it is any-way. The Argentines give out medals for not missing Mass three months run-ning."
Clete chuckled.
"What are you going to do about what happened to your father?" Tony asked.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I figure it was either this SS guy or the Military Attach‚, Gr?ner, who ordered your father killed. Your friend von Wachtstein probably knows and would tell you."
"So?"
"You know that plastic explosive we got in Uruguay and never used? I used a little bit of it, just to see what it would do. A piece about this big, Clete" -he held up his fist, thumb extended- "rigged by somebody who knew how..."
Jesus Christ, he's serious!
"Forget it, Tony!"
"... say in a telephone..."
"Hey, I said no."
"... would blow his fucking brains out his other ear."
Clete shook his head back and forth.
"Your father was a good guy, Clete. He saved my life. They shouldn't be al-lowed to get away with what they did to him."
"Thank you, Tony, but no. And I mean that. I mean thank you, and I mean no. Not now, anyway."
"Let me know if you change your mind," Tony said. "I consider it a matter of honor."
Clete glanced at Enrico and thought that Enrico would think Tony had both a splendid idea and the proper attitude concerning revenge.
There was a discreet knock at the door, followed immediately by the ap-pearance of Antonio.
"Pardon me, Se¤or. A Se¤orita Mallin has called. I have asked her to wait in the reception while I saw whether or not you were at home."
"Oh, ho!" Tony said, smiling and winking at Clete. He glanced at his watch. "I've got to get out of here anyway. And let the BIS guys go home to their wives and kiddies."
"What?"
"The BIS has been following me around ever since you got here. You didn't notice the Ford Anglia following us over here from Alvear?"
Clete shook his head "no" and looked at Enrico.
"Yeah, well, trust me, there was. And they're parked across the street now."
"Get out of here, Tony," Clete ordered. "And you too, Enrico."
"I will change out of my uniform for the last time," Enrico said, rising to his feet. "After I put el Teniente into a taxi."
"Please show Se¤orita Mallin up, Antonio," Clete said.