Dortmunder had helped by expressing doubts. If the Puerto Ricans all come here, he’d said, for instance, how come it’s such a hot idea for us to go there? Another time, he’d expressed the opinion that airplanes were too heavy to fly, and a little later he’d pointed out he didn’t have a passport. You don’t need a passport, May told him. Puerto Rico’s part of the US. He stared at her. The hell it is. But it turned out she was right about that; Puerto Rico wasn’t exactly a state, but it was something in the United States of America—maybe it was of.