Van had been of great value to him on more than one occasion because of the man's family connections on Taiwan. Members of his once very large family had been in nearly every branch of the overthrown South Vietnamese government, and through them Van had many contacts with friendly interests on Taiwan. Van had a sleepy look to him that was deceptive. His smooth good looks and fine olive skin made many who saw him from even a short distance mistake him for Spanish or Portuguese. Casey leaned back, listening to the drone of the overworked air conditioning system, sipping slowly at his stengah, enjoying the blend of whiskey and soda. Van was savoring both his San Miguel beer and the pretty Malay waitress, whose blue and white cheongsam showed a sleek length of golden leg where the dress was slit to the thigh. Waiting was not all that bad. Van Janich had lived up to the letter of their agreement and had deposited the money into Casey's accounts in Brussels and Zurich.
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