Part 37 (1/2)
Tyrone showed his identification at the J Edgar Hoover Building wishi+ng he had the constitution to wear a seersucker suit There is no way on God's earth a seersucker could show a few hours wear as desperately as his 1200 Louis Boston did, he thought Then, there was the accoton air Duncan had not been pleased with the panic call that forced hiton anyway His reactions to the effects of the te with Bob Burnson
Bob had called Tyrone night before, at home He said, we have a situation here, and it requires so here in the ? Instead of a question, it was an unissued order Rather than fool around with hours of delays at La Guardia and National Airport, Tyrone elected to take the train and arrive in the nation's capitol just after noon It took, altogether just about the same amount of time, yet he could travel in relative luxury and peace Burnson aiting for him
Bob Burnson held the title of National Coordinator for Tactical Response for the FBI He was a little younger that Duncan, just over 40, and appeared cool in his dark blue suit and tightly collared shi+rt Burnson had an unlikely pair of qualities He was both an extraordinarily well polished politician and a astute investigator Several years prior, though, he decided that the bureaucratic life would suit hiative skills, he attacked the political ladder with a vengeance
Despite the differences between theton ation, they had developed a long distance friendshi+p that survived over the years Tyrone was ive his argu told that for this or that political reason, the Bureau had chosen a different line of reasoning So be it, thought Duncan
I'm not a policy overned with large s that can't open
”How 'bout that Arctic Chill?” Burnson's short lithe 150 pound frame showed no wear from the heat ”Glad you could make it”
”Sheeit man,” Tyrone exhaled as he wiped his shi+ny wet black face and neck He ringing wet ”Like I had a choice
If it weren't for the co a tan” He continued to wipe his neck and head with a rammed handkerchief
”Lose a few pounds, and it won't hurt so bad You know, I could make an issue of it,” Bob poked fun
”And I'rave,” he sweated The reference to the FBI founder's legendary bigotry was a common source of jokes in the modern bureau
”No doubt No doubt” Burnson passed by the innuendo ”Maybe we'd balance the scales, too” He dug the knife deeper in refer- ence to Tyrone's weight
”That's two,” said Duncan
”Ok, ok,” said Burnson feigning surrender ”How's Arlene and the rest of the sorority?” He referred to the house full of woood deal of his life
”Twenty degrees cooler” He was half serious
”Listen, since you're hear, up for a bite?” Bob tried
”Listen, how 'bout we do business then grab a couple of cold ones Iced beer At Camelot? That's my idea of a quality afternoon” Camelot was the famous don strip joint on 18th and M street that former Mayor Marion Berry had haunted and been 86'd froovernment employees for lunch, noticeably the ones from Treas- ury
”Deal If you accept” Bob's demeanor shi+fted to the officious
”Accept what?” Tyrone asked suspiciously
”My proposition”
”Is this another one of your lame attempts to promote me to an office job in Capitol City?”
”Well, yes and no You're being re-assigned” No easy way to say it
”To what?” exclairily