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.Possibly both."I'm busy," said Brewster.Remo folded his arms.He remembered his days as a policeman.There werecertain forms Consuelo had to adhere to, restrictions on what to ask, and mostof all prohibitions against threats.He would let Consuelo have all the ropeshe wanted."I would advise you to talk to us.""I'm not going to talk to you without my lawyer.I want my lawyer.""We just wish to question you.""No lawyer, no talk."They waited by the buzzer until a young man in his mid-twenties arrived.Hehad dark curly hair and a frenzied look.He charged Remo and Chiun withbrutality."We're down here.Brewster is upstairs.How can we brutalize him?" askedRemo."Brutality by threats of stance," said the young man.He wore a very expensivesuit, jogging shoes, and the eager look of an up-and-comer just a few yearsout of law school.His name was Barry Goldenson.He gave Remo a card."We are just here to talk to your client," said Consuelo."My name is ConsueloBonner, and I am in charge of security for the McKeesport nuclear facility.Your client is a former dispatcher for us.We want to find out about certainuranium shipments.""My client will not testify against himself."Then why talk to him? wondered Chiun.Of course, that was a logical question;therefore, it was a question not worth asking.When one began trying to applyreason to these people, one began unraveling seaweed.Barry Goldenson ledConsuelo, Remo, and Chiun up to a very small living room.There was a bedroom,and one bathroom and a small kitchen."You paid three-quarters of a million dollars for this?" asked Remo."He got in before the big price jump," said Goldenson."This is a bargain forLa Jolla.""What do you get for a hundred thousand?" asked Remo."Parking," answered Brewster.He was of average height with a graying mustacheand a new tan.He wore an open shirt with a gold chain nestled in a forest ofgray chest hair.On the chain hung a gold pendant.He sat back in the fullcomfort of a man with every confidence in his safety."I could get everything you want out of him and his lawyer in thirteenseconds," Remo whispered to Consuelo.Page 40 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlConsuelo shot him a dirty look."Now, Mr.Brewster, you were the dispatcher who sent a shipment of uraniumthat disappeared.In fact, you sent several shipments that disappeared.""My client does not have to answer that.""We have his name on the order.We have his pay records.We have hiscountersigned receipts.We have statements from others in the plant.""Are you persecuting him for doing his job?" said Goldenson."Would you care to explain how he amassed a half-million dollars on a salarythat for most of his life was ten thousand dollars? It only rose above that inthe last few years.Would you care to explain how on a pension of twelvethousand a year this man can buy a three-quarter-of-a-million-dollarcondominium?""America is a land of opportunity," said Goldenson."So after sending several shipments along some very odd routes, like KennedyBoulevard in Bayonne, New Jersey, he's suddenly able to buy this condominium?Come on, Mr.Goldenson-nothing of value is in Bayonne, New Jersey," saidConsuelo."Perhaps that's why he sent them through there.""Perhaps that is why he suddenly opened a gold-bullion account after the firstshipment and received a deposit of one-quarter of a million dollarsimmediately.Perhaps that is why every time a shipment got lost his accountrose by a quarter of a million dollars." Consuelo shot the questions at bothBrewster and the lawyer.She was cold and professional.Brewster sweated."A man has a right to prepare for his retirement.He has a right to his goldenyears," said Goldenson."Not that golden," said Consuelo."Are you placing limits on a person's aspirations? America is a land of hope,"said Goldenson.Remo tapped his feet, annoyed.He wanted to know who gave Brewster the goldpayoffs for shipping the uranium on those strange routes.Once he got that hecould get to the person behind it all.No matter how many layers of protectionthere were, he could always keep cracking them until he got to the source.Hestepped out onto the balcony that overlooked a magnificent view of a benign,warm ocean.Chiun did not join him.He stayed inside with the lawyer,Consuelo, and the suspect.Remo was sure he didn't understand a word of theconversation.At worst, maybe a few crooks got away.But basically in America, more thananywhere else in the world, the people were protected from their government.That would always be the difference between Chiun and him.To Chiun, agovernment, any kind of government, was only as good as its treatment of theHouse of Sinanju.Remo could understand that.Sinanju was poor.But Remo wasnot brought up poor
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