by Stuart Woods
Vittorio held up the file folder. "My plan is that I go in there and get Barbara to sign these papers, then we leave."
Eagle was silent for a moment. "That sounds way too simple," he said. "I brought Cupie for backup."
"Thanks for coming, Cupie, but I don't think that will be necessary."
"I'm missing something here, Vittorio," Cupie said. "We couldn't get those papers signed when we had her for days. What makes you think she's going to sign now?"
"If you will just leave this to me, I promise I'll get her signature."
"What's plan B?" Cupie asked.
"Tell you what, Cupie," Vittorio said. "If she doesn't sign the papers, I'll call you and Mr. Eagle, and you can have a shot at her when she leaves the restaurant."
"There's something you're not telling us," Eagle said.
"Yes, sir, there is," Vittorio replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me." He turned and walked toward the restaurant, taking note of a black BMW with California plates.
Vittorio entered the building and, from the doorway, had a good look around the bar. He wanted surprise to be on his side.
A headwaiter approached. "May I help you, sir?"
"I'd like a table for two in about ten minutes, if that's possible."
"I'm afraid we're fully booked in the dining room," the man said, "but we can accommodate you in the bar."
"That will be fine," Vittorio said. "Do you mind if I have a look at the dining room? I've heard a lot about it, and I'd like to see it for myself."
"Of course, sir," the headwaiter said. "May I have your name?"
"Vittorio. My guest, a lady, will be arriving shortly."
The headwaiter noted the name in his book. "Please have a look around, Mr. Vittorio."
Vittorio walked up the stairs, and after a moment, as he neared the top, he stopped, with only his head above the railing, and surveyed the dining room.
It was a large room with perhaps fifty or sixty tables, stone walls, wide plank floors and a pianist playing a Spanish song. Half the tables were on the terrace Birgit had described. Vittorio surveyed the room, but did not spot Barbara at first, so he began a table-by-table viewing, starting with the indoor tables. Still no Barbara.
He began checking the tables on the terrace, and that was harder, since all the people were facing the sea, with their backs to him. Still no Barbara. He walked up the remaining steps and looked again, then he began making his way through the tables toward the terrace. He had now viewed all the tables twice, and he had not seen anyone who even resembled Barbara.
THEN, AS HE WATCHED, a blond woman in a red suit, carrying a large handbag, got up from a table at the edge of the terrace and began making her way toward the rear of the room, probably to the ladies'. Her face wasn't clearly visible, but the handbag and the suit were familiar, and bells were clanging in Vittorio's brain.
Then the full realization hit him: she was the woman who had entered the Bel-Air bar the night before, when he and Eagle were meeting there. She had walked right past them, coming and going, and they had both admired her. And the handbag was Barbara's. She had changed her appearance and fooled them both, and that was how she had known Eagle was at the Bel-Air.
Vittorio turned and followed her, at a distance, toward the restrooms. As he approached the ladies' room, the door opened and a woman left the room. As the door swung shut, Vittorio caught sight of Barbara, standing at the restroom sink, checking her makeup in the mirror. Then, just before the door closed, her eyes locked on his, and shock flooded her face.
As Vittorio reached for the door he heard the lock turn. "Shit," he muttered to himself. Then, as he knocked on the door, two closely spaced holes appeared in it, and he felt a tug at his jacket. He jumped aside. That had been two rounds from a silenced pistol, and one of them had nicked his clothing.
He jumped to one side of the door and leaned against the stone wall. "Barbara," he called out, "listen to me very carefully."
Another bullet hole appeared in the door, but he was well out of the way.
"If you fire another round, I'll have the Mexican police break down the door and take you. We can avoid that, if you'll listen."
There was a long silence, then a muffled voice. "I'm listening, Vittorio."
"I have some papers here. If you'll sign them I'll call off the police and be on my way."
"What papers?"
"A divorce settlement, giving you three hundred thousand dollars and nothing else."
"And what makes you think I would sign that?"
"You've no reason not to; Eagle has changed his will and changed the beneficiaries on his insurance policies. You would have to fight for everything in court, and you'd lose. If you don't sign them, I'll turn you over to the Mexican police. Remember the capitan from Puerto Vallarta? The uncle of the man you maimed? He's waiting outside with two carloads of policemen."
"You're bluffing."
"The only way for you to find out is to risk losing everything, maybe even your life. You're never going to get another dime out of Eagle, and you're not going to get out of this building without being arrested, unless I help you, so you may as well sign."
There was a long silence. "Let me see the papers," she said, finally.
"First, I want the gun. You can have it back when we're done." After a pause, he heard the door unlock. "Hand it out butt first," he said. The door opened slightly, and the butt appeared; the slide was locked back and the weapon empty. He took it and pushed the door cautiously open.
She was standing, facing the door, her back to the mirror. It took him a moment to be sure it was really Barbara, but it was, indeed.
"Let me see the papers," she said.
He handed her the folder. "There are four copies; sign them all and keep one."
She quickly scanned the single-page agreement. "Call off the police," she said.
"As soon as you've signed."
"We seem to be at an impasse," she said.
"It's over, Barbara; the alternative is a Mexican jail, assuming the capitan lets you make it that far." He handed her a pen.
She looked at him for a long moment. "You were a good lay," she said. Then she signed the papers, kept a copy and handed him back the folder. "Now call the capitan."
Vittorio took back the pen, so she couldn't use it as a weapon, inspected the signatures, then he pressed the redial button on his cell phone.
"Si?"
"Capitan?"
"Yes, Vittorio, we are ten minutes away."
"Capitan, I am sorry to tell you that I have made a mistake; she is not in the restaurant. The woman I was following was another person entirely. I apologize for this terrible inconvenience."
Vittorio held the phone away from his ear to avoid the torrent of Spanish cursing and so that Barbara could hear the policeman. "I'm sorry, capitan," he said, when the swearing had ebbed. "It was the wrong woman."
"Vittorio," the captain said, "I owe you no more favors." He broke the connection.
"Did you hear that?" Vittorio asked Barbara.
"Yes, I heard it."
He took a towel and wiped his fingerprints from the pistol, then handed it to her. "Have a nice evening," he said. "I don't think we'll be seeing each other again." He stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him. He could hear a thumping noise against the door as he walked away; she was apparently punishing the door.
Outside, he found Eagle and Cupie leaning against the car. He opened the folder, rested it on the trunk, witnessed the documents and handed the folder to Eagle. "There's your signed agreement," he said.
Eagle checked the signatures. "All is in order, Vittorio. I'll send you a check when I get back to Santa Fe."
Cupie spoke up. "When do the capitan and his men arrive?"
Vittorio laughed.
"Come on, it's all you had to threaten her with."
"I called him off," Vittorio said.
"Are you sure?" Eagle asked. "I don't want her hurt."
"I'm sure. Can I giv
e you a lift to the airport?"
"Yes, thank you."
Eagle looked around the parking lot. "Do you know which car she arrived in?"
"The black BMW," Vittorio replied.
The three men got into Vittorio's rented Jaguar. He introduced Eagle and Cupie to Birgit, then he started the car and headed for the airport.
Vittorio turned to Birgit. "You might have told me she had changed her appearance," he said.
"Sorry, I forget about that." She smiled sweetly. "I'm hungry," she said.
"Later," he said.
Fifty-eight
The Jaguar was approaching the turnoff to the airport when Eagle spoke up. "Don't turn for the airport. Take me back to Tijuana instead, to the border crossing."
"As you wish," Vittorio said, speeding up. "Why do you want to go to the border?"
Eagle didn't reply, and Vittorio didn't question him further. He drove into the city and made his way to the border crossing.
"Park over there," Eagle said, pointing to a space.
"All right," Vittorio replied.
"Before you confronted Barbara, did you see their table?"
"From a distance."
"Could you tell how far along with dinner they were?"
"I saw a waiter take away dishes; I assume they had finished their main course."
"All right," Eagle said, then went silent again.
Vittorio settled down to wait for whatever Eagle was waiting for.
BARBARA AND JIMMY finished their coffee, and Jimmy asked for the check.
"You've gone all quiet on me," he said.
"I'm sorry," she replied, "I was lost in thought." She had been quiet, indeed. Now that Eagle had dried up as a source of money, she needed to make new plans. "Jimmy, you said your wife left you, what, three weeks ago?"
"Yep."
"You haven't sounded upset about it."
"I'm not; I feel nothing but relief."
"Have you filed for divorce?"
"She has. I was served less than a week after she moved out."
"Have you enjoyed our time together?"
"Every minute of it. What are your plans?"
"Oh, I think I'll spend a couple of days at La Reserve, then maybe go back to L.A. for a while. Want to stay with me and relax for a bit?"
"I'd love it," he said, reaching over and kissing her. "And when we get back to L.A., why don't you move in with me?"
"What a nice idea," she said, kissing him back. She breathed a sigh of relief. Nice to have old Jimmy waiting in line.
VITTORIO BEGAN TO HAVE uncomfortable thoughts. "Mr. Eagle," he said, "could I speak to you in private for a moment?"
"Sure, Vittorio."
They both got out of the car and walked a few steps away.
"Mr. Eagle, you said you didn't want Barbara harmed, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did."
"Well, I'm beginning to get the feeling that something is about to happen to her, and if that's so, I don't want to be here when it happens."
"Relax, Vittorio," Eagle said. "The responsibility is all mine; you have nothing to worry about." He walked back to the car and got in.
Vittorio followed him, still troubled. Then, as he watched, two Mexican police cars pulled into reserved parking spots about thirty yards in front of him, between his car and the border.
BARBARA SAT AS close as she could to Jimmy in the car and let her hand wander inside his thigh. "Jimmy," she said in a low voice. "I don't have much in the way of clothes, since I left Eagle, so I need to do some shopping. Do you think you could arrange a credit card for me?"
"Sure, babe," Jimmy replied. "I'll make the call in the morning; you'll have it the day after."
"And please remember to put my new name, Woodfield, on it, will you?" she said, giving his crotch a little squeeze.
"Sure thing."
He reached over and ran a hand up her skirt, and she opened her legs to give him access.
"We'll be back at La Reserve in less than an hour," she said, "and when we get there I'm going to make you forget last night."
"That's going to take some doing," he replied.
"But it will be done," she said.
They were approaching the border crossing now.
Barbara felt a stab of fear, as she spotted the two police cars parked near the crossing. Jimmy pulled the car into line at one of the drive-throughs and stopped, rolling down his window.
Then Barbara saw Vittorio and Ed Eagle getting out of a Jaguar and walking toward her. She began looking for somewhere to run.
EAGLE SPOTTED THE BLACK CAR as it got in line at a border patrol station; he got out of the Jaguar and began walking slowly toward the BMW. Vittorio got out and followed him with Cupie right behind.
Vittorio left Eagle and walked toward the police cars; as he did, the captain got out of one of them and met him. He did not offer his hand. "Good evening, capitan," Vittorio said.
"Where is she?" the captain demanded. "I know she is here, if you are here."
"Look around. Do you see her?"
"Where is the woman you were following?"
"In the BMW, there," Vittorio said, nodding toward the car. "As you can see, it is a different woman."
"Then why did you tell me it was she?"
"I was misinformed. Believe me, I did not like making this trip for nothing."
BARBARA SAW VITTORIO and the captain talking, looking her way. She turned away from them and froze, looking frantically about. The line of traffic was moving, and they were now at a crossing station.
"Good evening, folks," the border patrolman said.
"Good evening, officer," Jimmy replied.
"Are you folks American citizens?"
"Yes, we are," Jimmy said.
"May I see your passports or a government-issued picture I.D.?"
"Of course," Jimmy said, handing him his driver's license.
Barbara handed over her passport.
"How long have you been in Mexico, folks?"
"Only a few hours," Jimmy said. "We just came over for dinner."
"Have you purchased anything during your stay in Mexico?"
"Only dinner," Jimmy replied.
"Do you own this car, sir?" The patrolman asked.
"Yes, I do. Would you like to see the registration?"
"Yes, please."
Jimmy dug into the glove compartment and handed over the California document.
"All appears to be in order, sir," the patrolman said, handing back their documents. "Welcome home." He waved them on.
Jimmy pulled the car up to a barrier and waited for it to open.
"AND WHO IS THE tall Indian gentleman who is staring at the car?" the captain asked.
"He is my client," Vittorio replied. "He is disappointed, too, as he had hoped to take his wife back to El Norte tonight."
The captain watched as the BMW moved up to the barrier.
EAGLE STOPPED A FEW FEET behind the BMW and motioned Cupie to stop, too. "Let's just wait right here," he said. Vittorio joined them. As they watched, two men in suits and half a dozen uniformed policemen approached the BMW from the U.S. side of the border.
BARBARA WAS SURPRISED, when someone opened her car door, not to be confronted by the Mexican capitan. "Barbara Woodfield?" A man in a suit asked.
"Yes?" she said uncertainly. What was going on here?
"I'm Lieutenant Charles Vickers of the Los Angeles Police Department." He handed her a folded sheet of paper. "This is an arrest warrant with your name on it; the charge is first-degree murder, two counts."
"I believe you've made a mistake," she said, reaching for her handbag, but Vickers got there first. He reached out and snapped a cuff closed on her wrist. An officer on the driver's side of the car began cuffing Jimmy.
"You're making a terrible mistake," Barbara said.
"Yes," Jimmy joined in. "We've just come back from dinner. She hasn't murdered anybody; I can attest to that."
"Well, sir," Vickers said, "we're going to have
a long talk about that just as soon as we get back to L.A."
The police removed both of them from the BMW, and a police officer got behind the wheel and moved it. A moment later, Barbara and Jimmy were in the rear seats of separate police cars.
"SHE LOOKS DIFFERENT," Eagle said.
"She's had some work done," Vittorio replied. "We saw her in the Bel-Air bar last night, remember."
"I do now."
"All this was very nicely done," Vittorio said.
"Now you know why I didn't want her harmed," Eagle replied. "You'll probably be called to testify."
"I doubt if I'll be needed," Vittorio said. "The gun she used is in her handbag. If she's smart, she'll plea-bargain for her life."
"Oh, she's smart," Ed Eagle said. "She's very smart, but I'm glad I'm not defending her." He clapped Vittorio on the shoulder. "Now you can drive me to the airport."
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