Chapter 23 Chapter 21

The "Justice Mission" set off. Deborah drove us up the Dixie Highway, heading south.Twenty minutes later, we came to the intersection of Quail Nest Road and Dixie Highway, which runs east-west. We continued for two blocks, and a series of side streets brought us into a quiet neighborhood of blue-collar workers.We turned into a cul-de-sac and saw the house at the end of the street.The exterior is painted with pale yellow stucco, and the yard is lush with vegetation.Parked in the driveway was a battered gray van with a few words written in crimson—Hermanoscruzlimpiadores—Cruz Brothers Cleaning Company.

Debs made a circle around the cul-de-sac, then drove forward about half a block before turning back and facing our objective. "What do you guys think?" she asked. Chutsky shrugged. "Well, it's possible, let's observe first." My thoughts involuntarily flew to a little shelf in my house where there was a small mahogany box containing forty glass slides.McGregor is 40th.Each slice has a drop of dried blood on it, each drop is a precious souvenir, each drop is a medal.There's a head nurse who injects a patient to death, and a middle school craft teacher who kills a nurse, and now they're neighbors. It's a wonderful contrast, and I like the irony.

At this moment, I was eager to get to work on the forty-first object immediately, and as soon as I was sure that Recker was involved, I wanted to do it as soon as possible. "Deborah," I said, "didn't you say you were going to tell me something?" She glanced at Chutsky.He still wears sunglasses, no expression can be seen. "By the way," she said, "well, Doakes was in the Special Forces when he was in the army." "I know that. It's recorded in his personal file." "Bro, there's a dark side to Special Forces, and Doakes happens to belong to that dark side. Once you join the dark side, you'll never go back."

A smile seemed to flicker across Chutsky's face, but maybe I was dazzled. "Doakes was a shooter," Deborah said. "The military loaned him to these guys in El Salvador, and he killed for those guys." "You have to understand the situation," Chutsky said, "when we believed we were saving the world and we ended up selling our souls. I, Doakes..." "And Dr. Danko," I said. Chutsky sighed, "He started out as an idealist like the rest of us. He was in medical school and found out that he was missing a part that could do whatever he wanted with people without feeling guilty. You can't imagine how rare it is. Danko was patriotic, so he turned to the dark side, too, and his talents were on full display in El Salvador." He paused, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Damn, you saw his masterpiece."

"Very unique," I said, "very creative." "Very creative, yeah. He'd sit in the interrogation room and ask the other person some personal questions, and then when he got to his hands, he'd call the other person by name like a dentist, talk to the other person, and have them watch him in the process. What are you doing?" Chutsky shuddered. "For some reason, he made the situation worse. You should think about the effect all this has on the opponent." Chutsky lowered his head, "Anyway, the domestic situation has changed, and the new government doesn't want anything to do with what we did there, and we were promised that as long as Dr. political reconciliation."

"You sent your own people to die?" I asked. Kyle didn't speak for a long time. "Brother, I said we sold our souls, and we set up an elaborate trap to catch him. But he ain't dead, he's in the hands of the Cubans. The Cubans tried to use him, too, and put him in Paine Island." "Is it a resort?" I asked. "The most incredible vacation spot. Paines Island is one of the strongest prisons in the world. Dr. Danko spent the time of his life there. They told him that he was betrayed by his own people and he came to his senses .a few years later one of ours fell into their hands and was found looking like that, no arms, no legs, exactly the same. Danko was working for them. And now either they let him go or He escaped himself. Whatever it was. He knew who had set him up, so he made a list."

"Are you there?" Deborah asked. "Maybe," Chutsky said. "Dox?" I asked, getting practical, too. "Perhaps! In short, this is our opponent."