"You have any idea where she might go, if she leaves Mexico City?"
"She told me that she had spent a nice week in Puerto Vallarta once. That's a possibility, but she could go anywhere if she gets her hands on that cash. I've got another man trying to prevent that. You'd better take your passport with you."
Vittorio nodded. "What's the other P.I.'s name?"
"Cupie Dalton. He's ex-LAPD, a good man." Eagle wrote his own and Cupie's cell phone numbers on the file folder, and Vittorio handed him a card with his own numbers. "Cupie was going to rest a little after being wounded. I'll let him know you're on the way and tell him to share any information he has."
Vittorio stood up and put on his hat, and Eagle walked him to the door.
"There'll be a ten-thousand-dollar bonus, if you can wrap this up quickly and get those papers signed. I'll tell Cupie he'll get the same. Call me every day."
Vittorio shook his hand and headed for his car.
Jesus, Eagle thought as he watched him go. I wouldn't want that guy looking for me.
Nine
CUPIE DALTON LAY ON THE BED IN HIS SO-SO MEXICO City hotel and blearily watched a soccer game, occasionally refreshed by a sip through a straw in a pint of tequila. Cupie despised soccer, but it was the only thing on Mexican TV he could understand; the plots of the soap operas were impenetrable, even with his pretty good Spanish. His cell phone rang.
"Dalton."
"It's Eagle. How are you, Cupie?"
"Not as good as I thought I was gonna be by now. I ran out of the Percodan, but I've got a call in to the doctor for more. Tequila helps."
"I'm sending you some more help."
"I don't need any help, except the Percodan and the tequila."
"It's coming anyway. His name is Vittorio; no last name as far as I know. He's an Apache Indian with a reputation for finding people."
"Is he going to scalp me?"
"Not if you're nice. Anyway, as I recall, you don't have much hair left to take."
"That wasn't nice. What is this Vittorio going to do that I can't do?"
"Twice as much as you can do alone. You can work together or split up. I don't care. I just want her found. There'll be a ten-thousand-dollar bonus for each of you if you find her quickly."
"I already talked to the desk clerk at her hotel. She took a cab to the airport. The doorman heard her give the driver the name of the internal airline, so my guess is she's headed for one coast or the other: Cozumel or Acapulco."
"She likes Puerto Vallarta; start there."
"When is Vittorio going to show?"
"Soon; he's flying out of Albuquerque today. He'll call you on your cell. Rest as long as you need to, but get him started immediately."
"Okay."
"Bye." Eagle hung up.
VITTORIO PARKED AT ALBUQUERQUE airport and locked his guns and ammunition in a steel box welded to his SUV's frame, under the carpet in the rear compartment.
Once on the airplane, he used the air phone to call Cupie Dalton's cell phone and learn the name and address of his hotel, then he called a Mexico City number and placed a very specific order. After he had landed and cleared customs he walked out to the taxi stand, where a short, fat man carrying a small canvas duffel approached him.
"Vittorio?"
"That's me."
The man handed him the duffel. "That'll be six hundred, U.S."
Vittorio opened the bag and checked the contents, then he handed the man six hundreds, already counted out and folded.
"Nice doing business with you."
Vittorio gave him another fifty. "Tell your boss thanks."
The man nodded, then disappeared into the crowd.
Vittorio got into a cab and gave the driver the address of Dalton's hotel.
"You want a girl, senor?"
"No, gracias," Vittorio said. He unzipped the duffel and removed a short-barreled, Colt Defender semiautomatic.45 and three full magazines, then a Keltec.380 and one magazine. He had kept on his holsters, one at his waist for the.45 and one on his ankle for the little.380, and slipped a gun into each. He felt better already.
CUPIE HAD DOZED OFF, when there was a sharp rap on the door of his room. He struggled out of bed and opened the door, keeping the chain on. An evil-looking guy in black clothes stood outside.
"I'm Vittorio," he said.
"Yeah, come on in." Cupie closed the door, unhooked the chain, let in the Indian, then closed and hooked the door again.
"Expecting somebody else?" Vittorio asked, dumping his carry-on in a corner and taking the chair in the corner.
"I wouldn't put it past Mrs. Ed Eagle to track me down and take another shot at me."
"Tell me about it."
"I followed her out of her hotel and around the corner and into an alley. When I spoke to her, she turned around and fired a round at me, then walked away, as calm as you please."
"What kind of round?"
"A.25, I think; something small." He pointed at where the bullet went in. "Went all the way through."
"Weren't you carrying?"
"Not at the time. Since then a bellhop found me a guy who found me a Sig P-239." He poured himself a glass of water from the bedside jug and popped a pill.
"What's that?"
"Percodan."
Vittorio nodded at the tequila bottle. "You're mixing it with that?"
"It hurts like a son of a bitch," Cupie explained.
"You're going to be useless until you're off that combination for twenty-four hours. Tell me what you know while you can still move your lips."
"I got friendly with the desk clerk at Mrs. Eagle's hotel, and he told me she checked out and took a cab to the airport, to the terminal for an airline called Aerolitoral."
Vittorio nodded. "Regional carrier; Mexico only. Where'd she go?"
"That was my next move," Cupie said, "but I been busy. Eagle says she likes Puerto Vallarta; why don't you check it out?"
"Tomorrow," Vittorio said. "This place got any more rooms?"
"There's the phone," Cupie said, nodding, "or you can have the other bed here; I don't really give a shit. I'm going to get some sleep." He lay down on the bed and pulled the covers up.
"I'm going to get some dinner and a room," Vittorio said, tossing a card onto the bed. "There's my cell number. Tomorrow morning, early, I'm going to start tracking the lady. If you want to tag along, be downstairs, sober and wide awake, at seven a.m."
"Pass," Cupie said, snuggling in. "I'll catch up with you in, maybe, another day."
"Good night," Vittorio said, picking up his bag and letting himself out.
"Yeah, whatever," Cupie called back.
Vittorio was happy that Cupie didn't want to go along. He wanted to wrap up this lady quickly, then get in some beach time.
Ten
AS EAGLE WALKED INTO HIS OFFICE, HIS SECRETARY flagged him down. "A Mr. Morales returned your calclass="underline" he says that Joe Big Bear was at his house fixing his car between one-thirty and four-fifteen last Wednesday. I asked him if he was sure, and he said, yes, he could see him out the window. Mr. Big Bear was working on his car in the driveway the whole time."
"Get him for me, will you?"
"He's left town for a week, but I asked him if he'd be willing to testify to that in court, and he said yes."
Eagle went into his office and called Bob Martinez, the district attorney for Santa Fe County.
"Morning, Ed."
"Morning, Bob. You all right?"
"Can't complain."
"Judge O'Hara laid the Joe Big Bear case on me Friday afternoon."
"I guess you'll want the lab reports and the detectives' notes."
"I don't think I'll need them."
"Oh, yeah? You want to plead him to three counts of first-degree?"
"Nope. You know, I really can't believe that the cops could do such a lousy investigation on a triple homicide."
"What are you talking about?"
"Big Bear told them he was working all day, didn't he?"
"Yeah, but so what? If I'd just done three people, I'd say something like that, too."