Duarte put the gun in his pocket. "I don't understand. It seems a little too subtle for the Falange. Are you working for your government now?"
"No. They turned me down. They said I was pro-Loyalist during the war. Right now that makes you a Red in Washington. I'm traveling on my own."
"On your own?"
"I'm well-heeled. My last book sold like hell. So now I'm young Don Quixote."
"And your Sancho Panza?"
"I have none. Or rather, I have thousands of them. Exiles. Taxi drivers. Union leaders. Communists. First Secretaries of Mexican Embassies."
"What are you after?"
"The Falange."
"Good. I can help you, chico."
"You'll have to. Wait, I'm going into the hotel for a minute. Come on along. I'll only be a second."