Duarte laughed. "I have an idea you'll come back from Juarez with something else," he said.
"Not today, Felipe. I'd like to, but not today."
"She's a good piece."
"Forget it. I'm after stronger meat today."
"Like that nurse with the red hair?"
"I'm serious, Felipe. And we haven't got much time. Listen, did you ever hear of a guy named Harrington? Fielding said he was his associate, and that he knew a lot about the Falange at the waterfront."
The name meant nothing to Duarte. "But then, I didn't know Fielding too well. I've only talked to him once; he wanted to find out if I had known his son."
"Well, you've got to find Harrington, if he exists," Hall said. "And one other thing: Fielding had dinner with the new British Naval Intelligence officer for this port the night before last."
"Commander New?"
"That's the guy. You've got to see New this morning. Better send a messenger to the British Embassy with a sealed note. Don't use the phone."