"She laughed again and said, "Good thing I haven't been on many planes, so the odds are probably low."As the plane reached cursing altitude our conver...ation subsided and it seemed like everyone was a sleep except for a couple people.I watched the night sky for a bit, and then shifted my gaze down to the girl next to me. As I said, she was chubby, but pleasant to check out, there was something kind of sweet about the little bulge of cleavage between her big round breasts, the roll of her tummy,. " I've got nothing to give up!"Then I realized I had something extremely valuable. Amy let me know."Motherfucker!" screamed Amy and stomped off into the bathroom."Who's that?" asked Bess."Amy Madison. You remember the blonde with the cut on her face?" Yes. We ... oh fuck, what happened?"We let her get fucked by the system. I'm ... She's suing her husband. We're claiming damages and missed opportunities. Five hundred thousand dollars." Goddamnit Joe, I told you I'm no good!" Wait!" What?" I. “I know you were with Sherry last night.”“You’re right. I was heading into town and saw her car broken down so I helped her.” I was disappointed that the bagels didn’t get his mind off of his concern about me and Sherry.“That’s not all you, did, Pete.” John said, his eyes narrowing, his smile gone.“What do you mean?”“I drove into town after I talked to Sherry and saw your truck.”“You did. Where did you see it?”I was sure he was going to say he saw it at the Riverside Motel, then I decided to. “He’ll brief you, Michael, no questions now. I told him we’d have lunch tomorrow, that work for you?”“Sure.”“Legal attaché” was J. Edgar Hoover’s term for FBI agents stationed at U.S. embassies and consulates. Our guy here, José María Garibaldi, was pretty mellow, at least as far as FBI types go, but I’d heard stories about his early career that suggested his mellowness didn’t go very deep.The legal attaché and security officer were already seated when I arrived for lunch.“José María,” I.