Part 28 (2/2)

”I will tell the cook,” he said.

I walked behind him across the level area and into a nearly invisible break in the jungle alongside the road. The three other men followed. As we stepped out of sight behind the wall of vegetation, I heard the van driving away.

We followed a trail that would have been almost impossible to find without knowing exactly where to look. It was fairly level for the first hundred yards or so, and then it began to climb. It wasn't always easy climbing the steep path with my hands behind my back, but I managed. We had gained another quarter-mile in elevation when we came upon a building made entirely of rusting corrugated steel. I figured it had been hauled up there in sections and a.s.sembled years before by a logging company, then left behind when they moved on. The others took up positions around the building. I followed Ernesto inside.

Valentin Vega sat at a wooden table, writing on a legal pad by the light of a battery-powered lantern. He looked up when we entered. He put down his pen and stood.

”Mr. Cutter,” he said in English. ”You are a long way from home.”

”No farther than you were when you hired me.”

”Why are you here?”

”You forgot to pay me.”

He stared at me a moment, then he began to chuckle. ”You are correct. I did forget that completely. I am very sorry.”

I shrugged to conceal the effort of slipping off the plastic strap around my wrists. ”That's okay. Unexpected events arose, and you were in a hurry. It happens.”

His smile disappeared. ”I ask again, why are you here?”

”I just told you.”

”How did you know about Ernesto's restaurant?”

”I'm a professional sleuth, remember? That's why you hired me.” I had my hands free by then but continued to hold them behind my back.

”I dislike speaking in cliches, Mr. Cutter, but sometimes they are most appropriate. So forgive my lack of originality when I say we have ways of making you talk.”

”Ways? Who has these ways? Him?” I nodded at Ernesto.

”Exactly,” replied Vega.

”Nah,” I said.

I set my weight on my right foot, delivered a lateral left kick to Ernesto's ribs, and followed through to take his gun before he hit the floor. He lay clutching his chest and moaning as I covered Vega with the weapon. It was over in less than a second.

To Vega I said, ”Lock your fingers behind your head and turn around.”

He did as he was told. I approached from the rear and removed his holstered Glock, I also took a knife he had slipped into the top of his right boot.

On the floor Ernesto continued to groan. I spoke to him in Spanish. ”Ernesto, my friend. I am truly sorry about that. Can you breathe?”

He said, ”Yes,” through gritted teeth.

”Excellent. That means your lung is not punctured, so you will be okay in a few days. Someone cracked some of my ribs only last week, and look how great I am doing now. You just stay down there on the floor and rest, okay? And Valentin, put your hands in your front pockets and call the others in.”

Vega dropped his hands to his pockets and called, ”Mario, come in here. Bring the others.”

I gripped Vega by the back of his s.h.i.+rt and pulled him with me into a corner where I could cover the whole room from behind him. His men came in with their guns holstered. Distracted by Ernesto on the floor, they didn't realize I was positioned to their rear until I said, ”If you go for those guns, I will shoot your boss in the head.”

All three of them turned to look at me. ”Vega,” I said, ”Tell them to put their right hands in their pockets and then reach around and put their weapons on the floor with just the thumb and first finger of their left hands.”

They all looked at Vega. He said, ”Do it.”

After they had kicked the guns into the corner where I stood, I told them, ”Put your other hands in your pockets too and sit down on the floor.”

With a nod from Vega, they all did as they were told. I released Vega and told him to go across the room and sit with them. Still covering everybody with Ernesto's gun, I stooped to pick up their weapons one by one and pitched them through the open door into the jungle. They all glared at me, watching my every move.

When I held the only gun in the room, I relaxed a little. I switched to English. ”Hey, Valentin. Don't look at me that way. I know this is awkward, but it's not my fault. All you had to do was ask me nicely for a meeting, but were you polite? No, you sent these guys to kick in doors and tie me up and scare me with their great big guns.”

”Why are you here?”

”Always the same question. But since you're being more polite now, I'll tell you. I'm here for you. We're going down the mountain in a minute, straight to the American emba.s.sy. When we get there, you're going to tell them that the Montes's home invasion was your idea and that I had nothing to do with it.”

I was betting Vega didn't know the emba.s.sy security detail would probably arrest me and send me back to Los Angeles as soon as they found out I had violated my bail. And I was betting he would want to avoid a visit to the emba.s.sy as much as I did.

He said, ”You must be insane.”

”That's definitely possible. But we're still going.”

”I have men positioned all throughout this part of the country. You will not survive the walk down to the road.”

”In that case, neither will you.”

”But even if we get there, why would your people believe a witness with a gun to his head?”

”You'll give them details. Inside information. Things you couldn't know unless you were in on the crime.”

”I cannot do that.”

”You'd better.”

”It is impossible. I do not know any details. We were not involved in the attack on Mrs. Montes. Also, if you force me to go there, I will surely be a.s.sa.s.sinated by the junta. Is that what you want?”

I said, ”I'll shoot you here and now if you don't do exactly as I say. Do you believe me?”

Vega nodded. ”I am certain you will shoot me.”

”Then stand up and let's go.”

”Mr. Cutter, you must understand that this is all for nothing. I cannot clear your name. I know nothing of this home invasion, except what I learned from the television in my hotel room in California. I only know one of two things has happened. Either Fidel attempted to betray our cause for money or else the junta was behind what happened.”

”There's a third possibility. You and Castro set me up. You sent him and Delarosa in to kill the congressman, and you played me for the patsy.”

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