"Let them go," Ramirez said. "We have what we need." He bent down and
picked up the box.
"What about the woman?" Wolf Helling asked. "Can we work without her?"
"She'll be back." Ramirez seemed to be thinking aloud. "I'll see to
it."
"But--"
"There are ways." He cut him off. "It's not a problem."
"What do you want us to do here?" Helling inquired finally, skepticism
in his voice. He stepped over to look at the body of Rais, staring down
dispassionately. One less amateur to deal with. He had shot the
Pakistani by accident, but the kid was unreliable. And this job had no
room for unreliability.
"Just get on with arming the devices," he said, checking his Rolex.
"I'm going back to Command." It's time, he was thinking, for an
important phone call.