"VINCENT? IT'S MAX Mingus." The line wasn't good, a lot of static and squeals.
"How are you, Max?"
"I'm good, Vincent, thanks. I think I know who took Charlie."
"Who?"
"I'm coming back tomorrow."
"You're coming back?" Vincent sounded surprised. "What? Here? To Haiti?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow. First flight I can get."
"You don't need to do that, Max," Vincent said. "I can handle it from here. Really. Just tell me."
"Negative," Max said.
"What do you propose?" Vincent asked.
"Let me finish my job. Give me a week tops, from touchdown. If I don't get anywhere then I'll tell you what I know and haul ass back here. Anything happens to me on the search and I don't make it, I've left all the information you need with Joe Liston. He's got your number. He doesn't hear from me a week from tomorrow, he'll tell you everything."
"OK. It's a deal."
"Here's what I need from you: first up, I want to make as little noise as possible coming back. No one outside your most trusted can know I'm in the country."
"I'll have some people meet you on the runway, take you out through the military exit."
"Good. Next: I'll need a good car."