by Stuart Woods
“That would be the day after Mr. Cross was shot in the head in his living room, wouldn’t it?” Santiago asked.
“I don’t see the connection,” Long said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand and taking another pull from his drink.
“Well, Mr. Long, we know that Barbara shot Bart Cross. The question now is how much help you gave her.”
“Help?” Long asked, wiping sweat from his upper lip.
Santiago glanced at his notebook again. “For a start, you introduced Barbara to Bart, didn’t you.” It was not a question. “In Acapulco, it’s says here. That’s so, isn’t it.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m connected to anything.”
“It means that Barbara is connected to Bart, and you made the connection,” Santiago said, careful to sound reasonable, to keep accusation out of his voice. “And you’re right, there’s nothing wrong with introducing two people. You and Bart dropped her off at Yuma International, didn’t you? I’m just trying to get the sequence of events established.”
“Well, yes, and I didn’t see her for a couple of weeks after that.”
“She asked you how to get in touch with Bart, didn’t she?” Santiago asked. “I mean, you were her only connection to him, weren’t you? Seems logical that she would ask you for his number.”
“She may have,” Long replied, wrinkling his brow as if trying to remember.
“So, here’s how it went after that, Mr. Long,” Santiago said. “She hired Bart to kill Ed Eagle, and he did his best, but Eagle survived the attack. Barbara killed him so he couldn’t connect her to the attempt.”
“Look here,” Long said. “Do I need a lawyer?”
“You’re certainly entitled to a lawyer, Mr. Long. I’d be happy to explain your rights in detail, if you wish. Whether you need a lawyer is another matter.”
“I have a law degree,” Long said, pulling himself upright in his chair. “I don’t need to have my rights explained to me.”
“Duly noted,” Santiago said, scribbling something in his notebook. “Do you need a lawyer, Mr. Long?”
Long stared at him. The booze was obviously taking effect now, and his thinking must be affected.
“Mr. Long,” Santiago said gently, “I’m not after you. I know you didn’t kill Bart Cross, just as I know that Barbara did. What you have to decide now is how much you want your future to be affected by what Barbara has done. Surely you know that this is not the first time she has hired a killer. There was a fellow named Jack Cato, who also worked for you from time to time as a stuntman. She hired him to kill a lawyer in Palo Alto, remember?”
“I don’t know anything about that,” Long said emphatically.
“Mr. Long,” Santiago said slowly. “If you cooperate with my investigation now, answer questions freely and agree to repeat your answers in court, I don’t see why you should be placed in jeopardy for what Barbara has done. You’re not a target of my investigation now, but from here on in, the story could change, depending on your truthfulness. Do you understand?”
Long stared into his drink. “I think I want a lawyer,” he said.
“If you make that a formal request, then this questioning will end right here,” Santiago said, “but I need to explain to you that a lawyer will instruct you not to answer any other questions about your relationship to Barbara and her decision to kill Bart. He will advise you to stand on your rights under the Fifth Amendment of the United States Constitution, but frankly, that would be a very big mistake. Don’t you think so, Jeff?”
Borden took his cue and leaned forward in his chair. “I should tell you, Mr. Long, that in Mexico, you may not have the same rights as you do in the United States. We now know that Barbara Eagle escaped from a Mexican prison and met you in Acapulco -perhaps you even drove her there-and that you assisted her in entering the United States.”
“She has a passport. She had a right to enter the country.”
“But the Mexicans are going to say that you abetted her escape from prison and in fleeing the country. And on this side of the border, well, Homeland Security will have to get involved, and frankly, I don’t think you’re going to have time to produce movies while you’re trying to stay out of prison in two countries.”
Long was breathing harder now.
“I should tell you, too, that the Mexican Ministry of Justice has requested the extradition of Barbara Eagle to Mexico, and the attorney general of the United States has agreed to extradite her, and a federal judge has issued a warrant for her arrest.”
Long drained his glass and set it down on a table next to him. “That woman is the best piece of ass I have ever had in my life,” he said, “but I am not going to go to prison for her.”
“You’ve made the right decision, Mr. Long,” Santiago said. He removed a pocket recorder from his jacket pocket, pressed a button and set it down on the coffee table in front of Long. “Now, let’s start again.”
53
Todd Bacon was watching a football game on television when the phone rang. “Hello?”
“Hi. It’s Dolly. How are you?”
“I’m good, Dolly. I’ve been waiting to hear from you.”
“I was trying to reach Ellie, but she didn’t answer her cell phone right away. When I finally got her, she was in San Francisco, so she can’t join us.”
“That’s too bad,” Todd said, with genuine regret.
“Can you make do with just me?”
“You bet I can,” he replied with feeling.
“Tell you what, why don’t you come out here to the house?”
“Okay. Give me directions.”
She told him how to get to Las Campanas and to the house.
“Take the second drive to the guesthouse,” she said. “That way I won’t have to worry about my boss coming home and rousting us.”
“Sounds good. Can I bring anything?”
“Nope. Right now is good. See you soon?”
“I’m on my way,” Todd said, switching off his TV.
Todd had been holed up in his room for a day and a half, hoping Holly Barker and Lance Cabot would think he was working. His plan now was to fuck Dolly’s brains out, then pack up tomorrow morning and leave, maybe try Sedona, in Arizona. Teddy could be there just as well as anyplace else.
He got to the garage and drove out.
AT HOME, Teddy’s little GPS unit made a chiming noise, and he picked it up. Todd’s car was on the move. Teddy had begun to think he had locked himself in his room and committed suicide.
“I’ve got to go out for a while,” he called to Lauren, who was starting dinner. “I’ll call you when I’m on the way home.”
“Okay,” she called back. “Don’t be too late, or I’ll be drunk!”
“I’ll catch up,” he said, laughing. He unplugged the GPS from its charger and got into the Tahoe. Todd’s car was moving north toward the road to Espanola, but it turned west, then north again. Teddy followed, not having to see the Toyota, just following the dot.
TODD FOLLOWED the directions to the golfer’s house, then passed the driveway and made the next turn. He stopped at the small guesthouse and rapped on the door.
Dolly came to the door naked, grabbed him by the belt and pulled him into the house, towing him toward the bedroom. She stripped him and pulled him into bed with her. “I want you inside me,” she said, helping him perform that task.
TEDDY MADE HIS way north, passing the sign for Las Campanas, turned into a driveway and stopped. He could see the large house ahead of him, and there were no cars parked out front. He backed up and drove a little farther down the road until he saw another dirt track, then pulled over and left the car.
The sun was just sinking below the horizon as he approached the guesthouse, and lights came on, as if on a timer or a light sensor. He had a look through a window into the living room and saw no one, so he walked slowly around the house. No one in the kitchen, either, but then he came to a bedroom window and was transfixed momentarily by the sight of a you
ng woman on top of Todd Bacon, riding him like a rodeo pony.
Teddy waited until he heard the noises of orgasm, then the woman got off Todd, went to the bathroom for a minute, then came out. He could hear her say, “Don’t you move. I’m not through with you yet, I’m just going to get a drink.” She exited the bedroom.
Now, knowing the layout of the house, Teddy let himself quietly inside and peeked around a corner to see her doing something at the kitchen counter. He walked silently to her and chopped her across the back of the neck with the edge of a hand, then caught her and led her easily to the floor. Then he walked toward the bedroom.
As Teddy turned a corner he got a look at the rumpled bed, which was empty. He heard water running in the bathroom and stood by the door, his back pressed against the wall. He removed the nine-millimeter pistol from the holster on his belt and waited. The toilet flushed, and Bacon walked out.
Teddy pressed the barrel of the pistol to the back of Todd’s neck. “Stand perfectly still and listen to me,” he said. “Cross your arms in front of you.” Todd did so. “I’m leaving Santa Fe tonight,” Teddy said, “and if you follow me, if I ever lay eyes on you again, anywhere in the world, I’ll going to kill you immediately, if not sooner. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
“You can’t run forever, Teddy,” Todd said. “They’ll keep sending people until they find you.”
“You’re out of your league, Todd. Remember what I said.” He rapped Todd on the back of the head sharply with the barrel of his pistol, and the young man sank to the floor in a heap.
Teddy left the house and walked back to his car.
DOLLY CAME TO FIRST. She didn’t understand immediately what had happened to her, but she put a hand to the back of her neck and found it sore. That son of a bitch! Why had he done that? She grabbed a butcher knife and walked back to the bedroom, staggering a little. Todd lay crumpled at the foot of the bed. “What the hell?” Dolly said aloud.
Todd stirred a little, and she turned him over and pinched his cheeks. “Wake up!” she yelled at him.
Todd’s eyelids fluttered, and he focused on her face. “What?” he said.
“Somebody’s been here,” she said. “What’s going on?”
Todd struggled up onto one elbow and felt the back of his head, which was damp. He looked at his hand and found blood on it, then got to his feet and sat down heavily on the bed. “Get me some ice in a towel,” he said.
She went to the kitchen and returned, and he held the ice pack to the back of his head.
“Did you see anyone?” he asked.
Dolly sat down beside him. “No. I was getting some ice out of the fridge for a drink, and the next thing I knew I woke up on the floor.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No, but I’m going to have a hell of a headache tomorrow morning,” she said.
“That makes two of us,” Todd replied, looking at the towel, which had only a little blood on it. “That was expert,” he said to no one in particular. He started looking for his clothes.
“What has happened here?” she demanded.
“I can tell you only that it’s work-related.”
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Back to the hotel. I want to wake up in my own bed. I’m leaving town tomorrow.”
“I’m leaving here pretty soon myself,” Dolly said. “Give me your cell phone number.”
He recited the number, and she wrote it down.
“It’s been fun,” he said, “up until a few minutes ago.”
TEDDY GOT HOME in time for a drink and a good dinner, then before he turned in, he went to his computer, logged on to the Agency mainframe, making his location Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, and addressed and composed an e-mail message.
TODD GOT BACK to his hotel room, took three aspirin and sent Holly Barker an e-mail. “He’s gone. I’m moving on to Sedona tomorrow.”
54
David Santiago worked late, finishing up his notes and filling out his application for a warrant. Finally, he locked everything in his desk and made a phone call.
“It’s Cupie.”
“Hey, Cupie. It’s Dave Santiago.”
“You working late, pal?”
“You know the drill.”
“How’d you do with Jim Long?”
“A lot better than I expected. I turned him. I got everything on tape, in exchange for a guarantee of immunity for anything our girl Barbara has done, plus for any testimony he gave at her previous trial.”
“That’s great news, Dave.”
“I’m going to the D.A. first thing tomorrow morning. You got any idea where the girl is, Cupie?”
“First of all, it’s dangerous to think of her as a girl. Think monster.”
“C’mon. How tough can she be?”
“Well, the first time I ever set eyes on her I followed her out of a hotel, and she turned into an alley. I called out to her, and she turned around and shot me.”
“No shit?”
“None at all.”
“I assume you recovered.”
“A couple of inches lower and this would be a very long-distance call,” Cupie said. “Then there’s what she did to Vittorio.”
“What’d she do?”
“We had her on ice, taking her back to the States. We were on the top deck of a ferry across the Sea of Cortez, leaning against the rail, basking in the sunshine, when I had to go to the can. In the two minutes I was gone, I later found out, she hustled Vittorio into giving him a blow job, and while she was at work, she grabbed the bottoms of his jeans and tossed him into the drink.”
“Holy shit.”
“Worse than that-did I mention that Vittorio doesn’t swim?”
“How’d you get him back?”
“He found something to hang on to, and a few minutes later a fishing boat picked him up. You see what you’re dealing with now?”
“I think I’m getting the picture. Any idea where she is?”
“She’ll end up here in Santa Fe,” Cupie said, “because she’s got this wild hair up her ass about killing Ed Eagle. She might be in Los Alamos.”
“Nah. The Feds went to the Los Alamos house to serve the extradition warrant, and she was gone. They claimed not to know where.”
“Well, she won’t go back to Long’s house,” Cupie said. “He threw her out, and she’s already taken care of her L.A. business, so she could be anywhere. Remember, she uses the Eleanor Keeler name sometimes.”
“Yeah, that’s on my aka list. You got any other names for her?”
“She’s used a lot, but I don’t remember any of them right now.”
“How come you’re still in Santa Fe, Cupie?”
“Vittorio and I are still on the Ed Eagle thing. We screwed it up once already, when Bart Cross got to him, but this time we’ve got the local cops to help.”
“If she turns up there, shoot her for me, will you?”
“It would be my pleasure, Dave, but she’s very, very smart, and I wouldn’t give you odds.”
“Well, I’ll start all over tomorrow,” Santiago said. “Good night, Cupie.”
“Night, Dave.” Both men hung up, and Santiago went home.
THE FOLLOWING MORNING Todd Bacon got up early, went to his computer and did a flight plan for Sedona, then called Flight Services, got a weather report and filed.
He ordered some breakfast from room service. Then, as he was about to start packing up his laptop, he thought he’d check his agency e-mail. There were two messages, the first from Holly Barker.
Message received. Good luck in Sedona.
Then he clicked on the second message, which was from Lance Cabot.
Report to this office Monday, nine a.m., for reassignment.
Apparently Lance and Holly had disagreed on what his next step was. He started to compose a message to Lance requesting more time, but then he thought better of it. If he got more time and failed again, that could reflect negatively on his future at the Agency. After all,
he was dealing directly with the DO.
Todd’s instinct was to go on to Sedona. The events of last night had not put him off. Indeed, they had added anger to his motive for finding Teddy. Still, one did not ignore a direct order from the DO. Todd started packing his things.
TEDDY AND LAUREN were having a good breakfast at their new Santa Fe home.
“You’re humming,” Lauren said.
“Am I?”
“You only hum when you’re very happy,” she said. “Why are you happy? Does it have something to do with whatever you were doing last evening before dinner?”
“You might say that,” Teddy replied. “I was out neutralizing Todd Bacon.”
“Do you really think you can neutralize him?”
“I worked it from two angles,” Teddy said. “I sent him an e-mail from Lance Cabot, recalling him to Langley for reassignment.”
“Well, that might get him out of Santa Fe for a few days, but do you really think that they will stop looking for you?”
“They just might. I sent Lance a note about that very thing a few days back, and by now he’s had time to see the wisdom of my suggestion. Lance is a practical fellow. When I used to equip him for missions, he always displayed that. Some of the boys and girls who went out were dreamers, but not Lance.”
“I hope you’re right,” Lauren said. “I like it here, and it would be nice if we didn’t have to leave.”
“I know you do, sweetheart, and I’ll do everything I can to see that we stay here.”
She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. “That’s good enough for me,” she said.
55
Barbara slept late and had breakfast in bed. She felt wonderful, having had a good dinner and a fine roll in the hay with Charles Grosvenor the evening before, but something was nagging at the edges of her brain, something she couldn’t put a finger on. She didn’t feel safe.
