“We need the names of everybody from El Salvador,” she blurted out. Doakes just looked at her and sipped his coffee. “Be a big list,” he said. Deborah frowned. “You know what I mean,” she said. “Goddamn it, Doakes, he's got Kyle.” Doakes showed his teeth. “Yeah, Kyle getting old. Never would have got him in his prime.” “What exactly were you doing down there?” I asked him. I know it was a bit off message, but my curiosity about how he would answer got the best of me. Still smiling, if that's what it was, Doakes looked at me and said, “What do you think?”
