in stealth, I assume.â
âThatâs right, colonel.â
âThere are many ways to create the illusion of accidental death. But it can take more time, and you sometimes forfeit efficiency.â
âI have plenty of time. All the time in the world, colonel.â
He studied me for a moment. âYes. Yes, I see that you do.â He walked to the wall, pushed an unseen button, and a small patch of workshop floor slid open to reveal a large gunmetal-colored floor safe. He twisted the dial, pulled the door open. âI have been working on a few things which might interest you. But before we get to them, is there anything . . . more obvious . . . that you might need?â
I handed him my list. He went over it quickly. âThe RDX explosives are excellentâbut a little obvious. If they are detected, they would, of course, implicate a military man, or a former military man.â
âIâm dealing with a mob, and wars between mobs are not all that uncommon. At any rate, I will use the explosives only when and if I have to.â
He nodded, still studying the list. âOf course. The smoke bombs will be perfect for diverting attention. And you need more clips for that AK-47 of yours. A beautifully efficient weapon, but . . . â
âI have no permit for it, colonel. It canât be traced. And the Cuban army uses them.â
The slightest smile crossed his face. âForgive me, captain. You see, I am so used to command. Iâm not questioning your judgment.â
âI would be proud to serve under you anyplace, anytime, colonel. And I welcome your suggestions.â
He nodded, reflecting for a moment. âSo!â He glanced at the rest of the list. âI have all these things. You are welcome to them.â He walked to his marble workbench, lighted the paper with a match, and washed the ashes down the sink. âBut I have some other things I want you to look at.â He reached into the floor safe and pulled out a Webber 4-B dart pistol. I recognized it from Vietnam.
âYou are familiar with this, I see.â
I nodded.
âWell, this one is just a little different. The one you used had twenty-six steel darts, all armed with saxitoxin. Saxitoxin isââ
ââmade from the sex glands of the southern pufferâor blowfish. A deadly poison,â I finished.
âYes! But the problem with the saxitoxin is that when a medical examiner finds traces of itâespecially in concert with the dart wound, which he may or may not discoverâhe must immediately suspect foul play. Itâs fine for wartime, but not ideal, Iâm afraid, for these ostensibly peaceful times when an enemyâs death must look . . . â
âAccidental?â
âYes. So I have devised a new dart, a better poison. The dart is made with lignum vitaeâone of the strongest woods in the world. The needle is made of superhardened glucose. The poison is from pelvic and anal spines of the scorpionfish, which, like the southern puffer, is a tropical species. But unlike the southern pufferâwhich can poison a person only through ingestionâthe scorpionfish can sting anyone unlucky enough to pick it up, or step on it, or swim over it. The dartâs needle dissolves upon the release of the poison; the dart becomes just another stub of sunken wood. And the victim immediately feels a shocking wave of pain over his entire extremity. He begins to swell, goes into convulsions, and then dies a very ugly death. Did you read about the KGB agent who had the misfortune of stepping on a scorpionfish while wading in the shallows off the Isla de Pinos in Cuba? No? Very sad. He was one of their best menâthe one behind all of the problems theyâre now having in Haiti, I understand.â
He didnât break a smile as he said it. I had always respected him, but now I felt slightly in awe of this methodical inventive genius.
âI assume it is best if the