The Hunters (Presidential Agent Novels)
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The new Presidential Agent novel-now in paperback.
Two brutal murders and millions of missing dollars in the growing UN/Iraq oil-for-food scandal have led Charley Castillo and his team to Uruguay, where the man they seek is murdered right before their eyes. Those responsible have left just enough of a trail for Castillo to pick up the scent and follow it wherever it takes him-even if it's not exactly where he expected.
away.” Fernando didn’t reply. “You can’t see the runway from the highway,” Castillo said. “No one will know anyone unusual’s there. And there will be Secret Service agents waiting for us.” Fernando glowered at him but said nothing. “And one of the things you’re going to do in San Antonio is make sure no one goes to the ranch.” “For how long?” Fernando asked, icily. “For as long as it takes,” Castillo said. “Fernando, we don’t know who these people are, but we have to presume they have
Resort U.S. Highway 90 (“The Magic Mile”) Biloxi, Mississippi 0405 2 August 2005 Inside the resort, as C. G. Castillo and Lester Bradley, in civilian clothing, approached the main entrance of the casino, a burly “host” came out from behind a small stand-up desk and not very politely asked Bradley how old he was and then, when told, shook his head and said he couldn’t go in. “Wait right here, Bradley,” Castillo ordered. “I’ll be right out.” “Yes, sir.” Castillo entered the casino and walked
from the curb. Special Agent Dulaney spoke again to his lapel microphone. “Don Juan aboard. Headed for the nest.” “Who is he talking to?” Castillo asked, softly. “I asked him that,” Miller said. “He said, ‘The Secret Service has a communications system,’ and then I said, ‘Yeah, but who are you talking to?’ And he said, ‘The communications system.’” “Well, ask a dumb question,” Castillo said, grinning. Then he added, “You didn’t have to ride all the way out here, Dick.” “I had my reasons.
Yukon at your beck and call. That’s why Tom McGuire set that up. He knows how the game is played and you better learn quick.” Castillo shook his head, then asked, “Where is Tom?” There was no time for a reply. There was a tinkling sound and a red light on the red telephone began to flash. “That one you answer yourself,” Agnes said. Castillo walked over to the huge desk and picked up the telephone. “Castillo.” “Natalie Cohen, Charley.” “Good morning, Madam Secretary.” “I just got off the
iron ore from the iron mines in Durham down the Delaware. They haven’t taken any ore out of them for, Christ, two hundred years, but the mines, the tunnels, are still there, because they were hacked out of solid rock.” “You believe this story, Jack?” Miller asked. “I don’t want to believe it, logic tells me not to believe it, but Sy Fillmore tells me the brothers believe it. And I’d like to know where they got the money to buy a hundred-odd-acre farm. That’s high-priced real estate up there.