“He’s a dead man.”
“Right.”
“You’re in no condition.” She picked up the phone. “I’ll take care of this Ramirez. Almost makes me cry what he did to you.”
“No, I mean, ‘right,’ as in he’s already dead.”
She put down the phone. “You handled Ramirez?”
A boozy nod.
She patted him on the head. “Good boy… What about Andy?”
He shook his head. “There were like a million of ’em. I was ambushed.”
“You didn’t take care of Andy?”
“No, but I’ll find him.”
Another pat. “You rest.” She grabbed the phone again. “I’ll send someone else.”
“Who?”
She opened her mouth to say “Pedro,” then stopped. She thought of Raul. Stopped again. Miguel. A longer pause. “Is anyone left at all?”
“Just me.”
Juanita took a seat at the table and stared down in thought.
SIMULTANEOUSLY
A ’73 Challenger cruised south on Biscayne Boulevard.
Just Serge and Andy.
They crossed the intersection for the causeway to Bal Harbor. A skyline came into view.
“Holy smokes,” said Serge. “There’s more every time I come here, and that’s usually only months apart.”
Andy was in a funk.
“Andy”-shaking his arm-“are you looking?”
“Yeah, I’m looking. More what?”
“Condos under construction.” Serge stopped at a red light next to the Miami Shores Country Club. “They’re all over the dang place, blotting out the sun.”
“I thought those were office buildings.” Andy stared out the window at towering high-rises, most with unfinished upper floors. “They’re putting condos downtown?”
“Now they are. Almost outnumbering businesses.” His eyes moved north to south. “… Nine, ten, eleven…”
“What are you doing?”
“Counting construction cranes. I do it every time I’m here… thirteen, fourteen, now fifteen! Amazing. I still remember one of the local TV anchors joking that the city’s official bird should be the crane.”
“Fifteen are getting built at the same time?”
“Probably a couple less,” said Serge. “They glutted the market in the housing crisis. I’m betting work’s stalled on a few from lack of pre-sales. That’s how the Elbo Room was saved.” He aimed his camcorder out the windshield at the skyline.
“Serge, what are you doing?”
“I’m always in awe at the scale of those things.”
“How can you be so flip at a time like this? Talking about buildings and cranes when Guillermo is still loose.”
“You were just talking about them, too.”
“I was distracted.”
“Promised I’d take care of this.” Serge turned on the radio, Randy Newman. “That’s where we’re going now.”
Andy bolted up straight. “We’re driving to Guillermo?”
“Heck no.”
“Then where are we going?”
“Research. Putting an end to something requires thorough preparation and a killer sound track.”
“Why do I have to come?”
“… Gee, I love Miami…”
“After what you pulled yesterday, we’re joined at the hip.” Serge clicked off his video camera. “In the meantime, no sense fretting between stops. Enjoy the beautiful day!”
Andy pounded the dashboard in whining desperation. “Please…”
“It’s almost over,” said Serge. “Just a little longer.”
“It is over. Ramirez was the traitor. So now you can take me in.”
“Sometimes there’s more than one. We have to cut the snake off at the head. Then it doesn’t matter how many they got inside… Look! One of the cranes is starting to move!”
“… every building’s so pretty and white…”
“Serge!”
“Shhhhhh!” He grabbed his camcorder again. “It’s incredible how those things work. Ever watch Modern Marvels?”
“No!”
“Check out that tiny guy fifty stories up in the glassed-in control cab. He’s just moving little levers…”-Serge panned down to a massive steel beam leaving the ground-“… yet able to lift tons of metal hundreds of feet into the air and place it precisely where he wants…”
The Challenger continued south along the waterfront, past the American Airlines Arena, Freedom Tower, Bayside Market. Serge made a right on Flagler and drove through a district of small shops with Spanish signs.
“Where are we now?” asked Andy.
“Here.” Serge parked on the street.
“The library?”
“Not just any library. The main Miami-Dade.“ Serge ran up steps.”Hurry! Crime-fighting’s loads of fun!”
“Wait up!” Andy chased Serge across a vast, elevated brick courtyard, where people in business suits ate takeout lunch on shaded benches.
Serge knew right where to go. In minutes, he was sitting at a projector, reading negative images of a fifteen-year-old Herald. It was a Wednesday, final street edition.
Andy dragged over a chair. “Why are we reading newspapers?”
“You’re too young to remember…”-Serge turned the advance knob; Thursday, Friday-“… but back then, Madre was legendary, like the bogeyman. Everyone knew what she was up to, but five levels of law enforcement could never touch her. Witnesses were petrified, and those who did talk ended up in the Miami River, not all in one place.”
“How does that help us?”
“There was a big raid with her brothers. And when arrests make the paper, there’s an address.” Serge turned the knob again. Frontpage story with four-column photo: Two men and a woman being led handcuffed from a south county hacienda. “Here we go. And I lucked out. Not only the address, but a photo of the house… Man, she looks young there.”
“But what are the odds she’s still living at the same place after all these years?”
“You’d be surprised.” Serge dropped coins in a slot and pressed a button. A copy spit from a printer. “These old families don’t move.”
Serge slid the folded page into a pocket and left the microfilm room. They waited at the elevators.
“Hold on a second,” said Andy.
“What is it?”
He ran back toward the microfilm room. “I forgot something.”
“I’ll be here.”
Andy went inside, stuck a spool back on the machine and fed coins in a slot.
Chapter Fifty-One
I-95
A ’73 Challen ger drove back toward Fort Lauderdale. Serge avoided interstates in most situations, except when time was critical.
“Time’s critical!”
“What are you planning?” asked Andy.
“Can’t tell you,” said Serge. “Sorry, but it’s for your own good. You’d become an accessory.”
“They killed my mom.”
“I know.”
“I should be the one.”
“Andy, don’t throw your life away.” Serge took the Broward Boulevard exit as an Amtrak pulled into a station by the overpass. “Outcome will be the same.”
“But I want revenge myself.”
“It pains me to see this change.” They crossed the bridge to the beach. “You’re one of the good guys. Leave this to me and forget about it before these assholes turn you into something you’re not.”
“Can I at least be there? For closure?”
“Closure?“ said Serge.”Don’t bullshit a bullshitter. But yes, you can come along. Only if you agree to remain way back.”
“Will I be able to see from there?”
“I have a funny feeling everyone will be able to see.”
The Challenger reached A1A and turned south.
BAHIA CABANA
Serge ran back in the room with a bucket of ice and jammed two water bottles inside.
City and Country passed a joint and watched more tube.
Serge pulled a map from his suitcase and laid it down next to the microfilm printout from the library.
“We’re going to dinner now?” asked Country.
“What?” Serge combed streets.
“You swore to take us to this great place,” said City.
“When?”
“Fifty times. Pick one,” said Country. “And after your last lie, you gave your word it would be today.”