CHAPTER 12
Four days later, Killian was leaving his hotel room when the telephone rang. It was his friend, Kipling Smith. Kip told him he was at the Saigon Hotel and asked Killian to meet him in the bar in twenty minutes.
Kip sat at the bar waiting nervously for Killian. He kept looking at his watch and sipping his drink. A Vietnamese soldier sat at the bar two seats down from Kip and ordered a drink. Killian nodded to the soldier, took a sip of his gin and tonic, and looked again at his watch. He was wondering what was taking Killian so long. Then he realized he’d recognized something about the soldier. He was wearing a SERE patch on the sleeve of his uniform. Kip turned back to the soldier who was grinning at him.
“Hi, Kip, don’t you speak to your good friend?” said the soldier.
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