Part 32 (1/2)
Lisa nodded, and Dave went into the office, s.h.i.+ning a flashlight around the perimeter until he located two file cabinets. He opened the drawers and scanned the contents, pulling out one file after another. Some of them didn't seem to pertain to anything concerning the drugs, unless he just wasn't seeing the connection. Some appeared to be production reports, which might help prove the magnitude of the operation but not who was involved. But when he came upon a folder containing a list of names, he knew he'd found something they could use.
He stuffed the lists back inside the file, tucked it under his arm, and shut the drawer. He came out of the office.
”Find anything?” Lisa asked.
”I think I struck gold.”
He opened the file folder and Lisa s.h.i.+ned the flashlight on it.
”See these names?” he said. ”Looks to me like they belong to pharmaceutical sales reps who are peddling legitimate products along with the counterfeit one. Every one of them is a.s.sociated with a city, a territory, and a list of pharmacies.”
”Do you see Robert's name anywhere?”
”No, but unless I miss my guess, this list could lead us right to one of the sales reps, who just might be willing to give Robert up in exchange for immunity. And look at this.”
He flipped a couple of pages, then pointed. ”It looks as if the network spreads throughout Texas, running all the way from San Antonio to Dallas, then east to the Louisiana border.”
”Right through Tolosa?”
”Exactly. If I can fax these doc.u.ments to Alex, he can help us out on that end. Find somebody who's willing to talk.”
”That's perfect.”
”Any idea where there's a fax machine in this town?”
”Sure. At the clinic.”
”Any other place?”
”I have no idea. Santa Rios isn't exactly the business hub of central Mexico.”
”Then we need to get into the clinic.”
”I have a key. But isn't that a little dangerous?”
”Would Robert have any reason to be there this late?”
”I can't see why. But the apartment building where he stays is right next door.”
”As long as we're careful, we should be able to get in and get out without anyone knowing it. Five minutes, max.”
They left the mining camp with the file folders, and a few minutes later Dave parked the car a block away in the alley that ran behind the clinic. Keeping an eye on the apartments next door, they approached the building, finding it completely dark. Lisa put a key in the lock and let them in. Dave flicked on a flashlight, holding it toward the floor, and they went into the small administrative office and found the fax machine.
”Wait a minute,” Lisa said. ”If Robert sees phone records with a call to Tolosa-”
”He'll probably never even notice. And even if he does, I doubt he'll put two and two together.” Dave glanced over his shoulder. ”If Robert were to come here, would he enter through the front door or the back?”
”The back.”
”Keep watch for me.”
Lisa went to the window and peered through the blinds to the apartment building next door.
”Everything's quiet,” she told Dave.
”Good. This'll only take a minute.”
Dave picked up the phone and dialed Alex's house. His brother came on the line.
”Alex. It's me.”
”Dave! Where are you?”
”No questions. Just shut up and listen. I'm deadly f.u.c.king serious here.”
Dave's voice stopped his brother short. ”I'm listening.”
”Give me your fax number. Home.”
Alex gave it to him, and Dave wrote it down.
”I'm sending you some doc.u.ments. Very important, very confidential. I'm going to call you back the moment I send them to make sure you got them, then call you later and explain.”
”Okay. I'll be waiting.”
Dave hung up the phone, dialed the number he'd written down, and pushed the send b.u.t.ton. He held his breath as the speaker in the fax machine blared out the number dialing, then the ring.
”d.a.m.n, that's loud,” he whispered. ”Are we okay out there?”
”n.o.body in sight.”
Now, if only this machine didn't glitch and Alex's machine picked up . . .
Dave watched and waited. Finally the machine caught the first page and pulled it through with a soft mechanical grinding noise, and then the others after that. d.a.m.n. d.a.m.n. Did it always take this long for a fax machine to suck up a doc.u.ment and send it? Did it always take this long for a fax machine to suck up a doc.u.ment and send it?
Finally the machine beeped, signaling that the transmission was complete.
Dave picked up the phone, called Alex back and verified that he had the doc.u.ments and that he could read them clearly, then hung up. Dave quickly grabbed the sheets he'd faxed and stuffed them into the file folder.
”Done,” he said. ”Let's get out of here.”
They hurried out of the room, closing the office door behind them. Dave followed Lisa out of the clinic. Watching the apartment building carefully, they hurried to the car and backed out of the alley. Ten minutes later, they were back at Sera's house. Dave phoned Alex.
”Tell me what I'm looking at,” Alex said.
”Distribution records of the pharmaceutical drug ring based out of Santa Rios. Names a.s.sociated with pharmacies all over Texas and New Mexico. Look near the bottom of the fourth page. The network goes through Dallas all the way to Tyler and Tolosa.”
”So who do you think the names are beside the pharmacies?”
”Maybe the pharmacists themselves, but I'm betting they're sales reps acting as middlemen. You'll be able to find out quickly enough. The pharmacies may not even know they're getting counterfeit product. They're buying the drugs in good faith and selling them as if they're the real thing.”