i had finally convinced vicente that he had seen a ghost after he had seen him around mi casa ( when i was in the coma ) , even though they had spent two hours at my bedside quietly talking to each other , but he had finally conceded that he was in his private time , not abagado time , when he had visited my sick bed so his vision was most likely blurred , but i had to agree that if a ghost , any ghost , were to ever reappear at el campo again then i would make sure that he was in a different province , or preferably country at that time , and he was deadly serious , but unfortunately i couldnt arrange it this time so charlie , to save an embarrassing situation arising suggested that he remain on board the aircraft when we arrived , until it was moved into the hangar , then he could say his goodbyes to the rest of those in the know and then embark on his jet black jet , with no identification numbers or letters on it ( they must have washed off in the rain - officer ) and wing his way home , a job well done ( or so he thought ) , and as i made my way to the conference room i could not help but grin at charlies parting dig at david .