by Stuart Woods
"Wait for me," he said to the driver.
Cupie got out of his cab, his left arm in a sling. "Oh, there you are."
Vittorio said nothing. He walked into the hotel and went to the front desk, where the manager stood. Cupie followed.
"Senor," he said.
"Is she still here?"
"She left in a taxi five minutes ago."
"She's gone?" Cupie asked.
"It seems so," Vittorio replied. "Come on." He went outside and waved a twenty at the doorman. "The tall American woman, which way did she go?"
The doorman pocketed the twenty and pointed down the road, away from the airport. "That way, senor," he said.
"What kind of car and what color was the taxi?"
"It was a Ford, dark blue."
Vittorio beckoned to Cupie and got back into his waiting cab.
Cupie tossed his bag into the front seat and got into the back with Vittorio.
"That way," Vittorio said to the driver, pointing. "Find a dark blue Ford taxi."
"Si, senor," the driver said.
"And go fast."
"Si, senor."
"What happened? " Cupie asked.
"She signed the papers."
"Then why are we chasing her?"
"She signed somebody else's name."
"And you didn't check the signature before you let her go?"
"My attention was diverted," Vittorio said. "Now, please shut up and look for the taxi."
Thirteen
JOE BIG BEAR WAS LET OUT OF HIS JAIL CELL AT THE SANTA FE County Corrections Center and allowed into the yard for exercise. He found a shady spot in the shadow of the building, near a corner and sat down; he liked to stay as far as possible from the other inmates. These people were criminals, and he had nothing in common with them. He wished he could smoke, but he had given up cigarettes three years before.
He stretched out his legs and rested his head against the side of the building. There was a little breeze, and for a few minutes, at least, he could forget he was in jail. He was aware of the murmur of voices around the corner from him, only a few feet away, but he had no interest in what other inmates might have to say. Until he heard the name Ed Eagle.
Joe opened his eyes and moved closer to the corner of the building.
"The guy's got to go," a voice said.
"So, what's it to me?"
"There's money to be made, amigo."
"So why aren't you doing it yourself?"
"I would have if they hadn't busted me. I don't get out until a week from Friday. You're getting out the day after tomorrow."
"How'd you know that?"
"I know a lot of things."
"How much money we talking about?"
"Ten grand."
"All of it for me?"
"That's your cut."
"How are you going to pay me, if you're in here?"
"The thing has already been paid for. I'll get it to you the moment I read in the paper that Eagle is wasted."
"I'll want something up front. After all, I've got to live when I get out."
"You'll be released along with the others at ten a.m., the day after tomorrow. There'll be a woman in a red bandanna sitting in a pickup truck in the parking lot. Tell her your name, and she'll give you an envelope with a thousand dollars in it. She'll call you and meet you with the other nine grand as soon as I tell her to."
"Let me tell you something, amigo: if I waste this dude, and the money don't get to me, you're a dead man as soon as you walk out of here."
"That goes without saying. It also goes without saying that if you botch the job and get caught and mention me or my girl, then you're a dead man."
"How's this woman going to find me when the job is done?"
"You got a number where you can be reached?"
"I got a place she can leave a message."
"Write it on a piece of paper and give it to her when she gives you the first grand. As soon as I know the guy is dead, I'll call her; she'll call you, and she'll deliver the money. Straight up, man."
"It better be."
There were noises of the men getting up, and Joe let his chin rest on his chest and snored. The two men walked past him and away. By the time he opened his eyes they were gone, probably mingling with the other prisoners. Joe closed his eyes again, just in case they were watching.
ED EAGLE PRESENTED HIMSELF at the jail and waited in the small room for his client. Joe Big Bear eventually appeared and was unhooked by the guard, who, apparently, had a memory.
"Morning, Joe," Eagle said.
"When am I getting out of here?"
"It's going to be a few days. We've got to have a hearing where the guy whose car you fixed last Wednesday afternoon can testify, but he's gone out of town, and we don't know where he is. We're calling his house every day; the moment he gets back, I'll ask for the hearing."
"How much bail am I going to need?"
"I'm going for a dismissal of the charges. I'll call the crime scene investigator who worked your trailer, and he'll testify that the time of deaths was while you were working on a car. That should be it."
"Is there a chance I'll need bail? I'm going to have to borrow some money."
"If the judge won't dismiss the charges, he's not going to release you on bail when you're charged with a triple homicide. He'll cut you loose, or nothing."
Joe nodded. "There's something I've got to tell you."
Oh, no, Eagle thought; don't confess. "You don't have to tell me anything."
"Well, if I want both of us to be at that hearing, I'd better."
"I don't understand."
"There's a contract out on you."
"What?"
"I overheard two guys talking in the yard this morning, arranging the thing."
"What, exactly, did they say?"
"They agreed on a price. The guy who's paying had already been paid to do the job, but he got busted, and he doesn't get out until a week from Friday. He's paying a guy who gets out the day after tomorrow to whack you."
"Who are these men? What are their names?"
"I don't know. I was sitting on the ground around the corner of a building from them, and I could hear their voices clearly; when they left, I pretended to be asleep, so I never saw them."
"I want you to find out who they are."
"How the hell am I going to do that? I only heard their voices. If your name hadn't been mentioned I wouldn't have paid any attention to them."
So this was what Barbara had been talking about, Eagle thought. She paid somebody to kill him before she left. With him dead, she would inherit his entire estate. Killing him was her insurance.
"You got a gun?" Joe asked.
"Yes."
"If I were you, I'd carry it at all times. Oh, one thing that might help: the guy is being released at ten a.m. the day after tomorrow, and he's to look for a woman wearing a red bandanna in a pickup truck. She's going to give him a thousand, and he's going to give her a phone number, so she can meet him to pay him another nine thousand when you're dead."
"That's good, Joe. I'll have the police pick him up and question him."
"That's no good," Joe said. "These guys saw me when they walked around the building; they'll figure it out, and I don't want a shiv in my back. Find another way to deal with it."
Eagle nodded. "All right, don't worry."
"You do the worrying," Joe said.
Eagle drove back to his office and called in Betty. "And bring in your pad," he said. "I'm going to dictate a new will, and I want it executed by the end of the day."
Fourteen
VITTORIO AND CUPIE DALTON SAT IN THE BACK OF THE un-air-conditioned cab and sweated, while they looked for Barbara's taxi.
"Stay near the beach," Cupie said to the man.
"That's probably a good idea," Vittorio admitted.
"You and I have to get something straight," Cupie said.
Vittorio looked at him and waited.
"I had thir
ty years on the LAPD and retired as a detective sergeant. The last ten years I served in elite investigative units, everything from homicide task forces to fugitive hunts. You may think I'm just a fat guy in a cheap suit, but I know what I'm doing, and if you and I are going to work on this you'd better find a way to show me a little respect."
"If you're so good, how'd that lady happen to shoot you?"
"First time ever anybody put a bullet in me, and I had no reason to think she was armed. How'd she manage to get past you in that hotel room? She show you her tits?"
Vittorio managed a short laugh. "As a matter of fact, she did."
"Something else: that evil Indian act of yours doesn't wash with me. Try and act like a regular human being."
"I am an evil Indian," Vittorio said.
Cupie burst out laughing. "What were her tits like?"
"Magnificent." He pointed at his chest. "She has a tattoo of a sunflower right here, and no bush, should you ever have to identify her."
"As much as I would enjoy identifying her, I'll never have need; her face is burned into my memory. Uh-oh." Cupie pointed ahead. "Dark blue Ford cab."
Vittorio peered through the windshield. "Right. Driver, twenty bucks, if you can force that cab off the road without killing anybody."
"Senor…" Suddenly, the driver jerked his wheel to the right as a black Suburban with darkened windows cut him off while passing his taxi. He began slowing down.
"Keep up!" Cupie said. "Don't let him get away from you."
"No, senor," the man said. "You don't want to fuck with these people in the black car."
"Who the hell are they?"
The driver pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. "No, senor; it is not worth my life."
Cupie got out of the car, opened the driver's door, and, with his good arm, shoved him into the passenger seat. He slammed the door, put the car in gear and spun the tires.
Vittorio reached over the seat, grabbed the driver and pulled him into the backseat, then took his place. "It's one of two things," he said to Cupie. "Either police or kidnappers."
"Or both," Cupie replied.
"That would be unfortunate," Vittorio said.
"It would be right in line with our luck so far," Cupie said. He was gaining on the black car.
Vittorio produced a pistol.
"Wait a minute," Cupie said. "We're not shooting at these people if they're wearing uniforms or carrying automatic weapons."
"Or if there are too many of them," Vittorio said. "You can't drive and shoot at the same time."
"Don't worry about me."
BARBARA EAGLE LOOKED AHEAD of her taxi and saw a station wagon pull out into the road ahead of them and stop. "Watch it!" she shouted at her driver, who was already slamming on brakes. As they skidded to a stop, a black Suburban with dark windows stopped next to them.
"Is kidnappers!" her driver shouted. He slammed the car into park and dove for the floor.
Barbara dug into her handbag. It was the bank, she thought immediately. Somebody at the bank told them how much money she had.
As if in slow motion the rear door of the Suburban opened, and a man with a gun came out of it. He yanked open the door of her taxi, yelling something in Spanish.
Barbara shot him in the face, and for a moment, everything was quiet. Then another man came around the back of the Suburban and ran toward her open door. She waited for a heartbeat, then put two bullets into him. He fell down, then half got up and scrambled behind the Suburban. Her little.25 automatic didn't have much stopping power.
Then another car skidded to a halt behind her taxi, and two men got out, firing, but not in her direction. She got down on the floor and waited. She had only three rounds left.
The firing continued for a moment, then there was the sound of the Suburban's engine roaring, then receding.
"Mrs. Eagle?" a man shouted. "Barbara? Are you all right?"
CUPIE'S FIRST TWO SHOTS were fired straight through his own windshield, taking out the rear window of the Suburban, and he could see only a driver inside. Then a man clutching his gut struggled into the rear seat, screaming, and the Suburban took off. Vittorio was standing near another figure on the ground, kicking a gun away from him, yelling at Mrs. Eagle.
"It's all right, Mrs. Eagle," Cupie yelled. "They're gone; don't fire at us."
She stuck her head out of the cab and looked at them. "You!" she said.
"And you're damned lucky it's us," Vittorio said. "Give me that gun." He yanked the little gun out of her hand and put it in his pocket, then grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her out of the cab. "Get her bag, Cupie." He hustled her into the backseat of their taxi, while Cupie retrieved her bag, got back into the taxi and executed a U-turn.
"Where are we going?" Barbara demanded.
"Away from here and just as fast as we can," Cupie replied, stomping on the accelerator.
Fifteen
EAGLE WOKE UP WITH A JERK AND GRABBED THE CUSTOM built Terry Tussey.45 on the night table next to him. He had heard something outside.
The clock over the TV said 6:30 a.m. He got out of bed quickly, ran into his dressing room for some pants and shoes and grabbed his cell phone, in case he had to call the police. He went to one side of the drawn bedroom curtains and peeked outside. Nothing, nobody. He ran into the kitchen and looked out the kitchen windows. Still nobody. He went to the front door and looked out the little windows next to it. There was a man in the driveway, raking it: the groundsman, who came for two hours every day. He was early. The rake against the cobblestones was the sound Eagle had heard.
Eagle showered, with the gun close at hand, had breakfast, dressed and went to the office. Another twenty-four hours would pass before the hired killer would get out of jail, but he still watched his rearview mirror closely. He wished the Mercedes were armored.
Betty was already at her desk, munching a Danish and drinking coffee, when he arrived. She started to get up.
"Finish your breakfast," he said, waving her down. He went into his office and read a copy of the will he had executed the day before. It still seemed satisfactory, and the original was locked in his safe, to which only he and Betty had the combination.
He worked through the morning, and around eleven, Wolf Willett called.
"Hi, you want to have lunch?"
"Let's do it here," Eagle replied. "We can order up from the restaurant downstairs. Twelve-thirty?"
"See you then."
Betty buzzed him. "I've got your witness for Joe Big Bear on the phone; he says he's coming home tomorrow morning."
"Great." Eagle picked up the phone. "Mr. Cartwright?"
"That's me. This Mr. Eagle?"
"It is."
"You're coming home tomorrow? What time?"
"I'll be there by lunchtime."
"I want to schedule a hearing for tomorrow afternoon, so you can tell your story to the judge in the case. That all right with you?"
"Sure."
Eagle asked him to go through his story, moment by moment, and was satisfied.
"My secretary will call and give you the time and courtroom number."
"See you then." The man hung up.
Eagle buzzed Betty. "Call Judge O'Hara's clerk and ask for a hearing tomorrow after lunch. Tell him my witness will take minutes max, and maybe he'll recess a case and listen to us. If he agrees, call Bob Martinez and let him know." Betty went to work.
WOLF WILLET SHOWED UP on time, and they sat at a table in the shade on Eagle's private terrace, while a waiter from downstairs served them.
"So, how's the search for Mrs. Eagle going?" Wolf asked.
"I've got two men on it; they'll have her shortly."
"Are you going to do anything to her?"
"Not if she'll sign a settlement. I just want to be rid of her." What he really wanted was her back in bed, which had always been her milieu.
Betty came out on the terrace with a cordless phone. "It's Cupie Dalton," she said, handing Eagle the phone.
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"Cupie?"
"Right."
"What's happening?"
"Lots and lots," Cupie replied. "She checked out of her hotel in Puerto Vallarta, but Vittorio and I chased her down just in time."
"Just in time for what?"
"It went like this. When she transferred the three hundred grand from Mexico City to a local bank, somebody gave a gang of kidnappers a jingle to let them know there was cash to be had. Vittorio and I caught up with her cab just as the black hats went to work, but she hardly needed our help. She killed one of them and wounded another, then they thought better of their activity and got the hell out of there."
"Where is she now?"
"She's in a cab with Vittorio, half a block from the Puerto Vallarta police station. I'd be very happy to take her in there and charge her with shooting me, but she'd just buy her way out. What do you want us to do?"
"I want you to get her signature on those blank sheets of paper."
"She's already signed them once, in the name of Minnie Mouse, and she ain't going to sign again. The lady is adamant."
"Can't Vittorio scare her into it?"
"He scared her into signing Minnie Mouse six times, but otherwise she seems immune to his charms. Short of torture or forgery, I don't know what to do. You have any instructions?"
"Put her on the phone."
"She's already said she won't talk to you."
Eagle thought for a moment. "All right, tell her this: tell her that if she doesn't sign, I'll take the three hundred grand away from her and leave her to fend for herself. And tell her I know about the guy she hired to kill me, and it ain't going to happen."
"She hired somebody to kill you?"
"Yes. Now tell her."
"Okay."
"I'll hang on."
"Let me call you back in five."
"Okay."
Eagle switched off the phone and put it down
"Kidnappers tried to take her," Eagle said to Wolf.