Bodie frowned at the extradition papers, neatly
filed behind a transparent plastic cover. “Terrorists get
vacations now? Who’s this Lieutenant Castillo?”
Doyle’s eyes were closed and his head was
on the back of his chair. “That would be Lieutenant
Castillo. He’s American.”
“Lewd-tenant?” Bodie propped his hip
on Cowley’s desk and grinned.
One green eye cracked open. “Loo-tenant.”
“S’pose it depends on where he’s
got his office,” began Bodie.
“And what he does in it,” finished
Bodie sniggered. “We should volunteer for
escort. Give those coppers some Miami adVice.”
Doyle was proud of himself. He didn’t murder
Note: Brits (and Canadians) pronounce
"lieutenant" as if it were spelled "lef-tenant".