“Oh. Oh, wait just a minute, is this the pause button here, would you mind—” She pauses it. “Problem?” “These weapons, they’re . . . Stinger missiles or something. A bit out of my ground, I hope you appreciate.” And if she wanted a runaround, she’d be over in Central Park. “Right, I keep forgetting, you people tend to be Mannlicher-Carcano types.” “Jackie and I were dear friends,” he replies coolly, “and I’m not sure I oughtn’t to resent that.”
