Moller waited until Cortez had finished his prayer. He was going to have to question him further on the caballo-whatever, but Cortez seemed to be the only one who knew what it was. He’d seen that phrase in one of the other reports he’d been given, although it had been spelled badly. He’d assumed it was either a bit of nonsense or some Coast Guard slang for something. It hadn’t seemed important at the time, but now that he’d seen Cortez’s reaction to mentioning the name, maybe there was something there.