"Can you take us to her?" Karyn asked.
"I can take you some of the way — as far as the road goes. After that there is a mountain trail that leads to her cabin."
"That's no good," Chris said. "We haven't time to go hunting through strange mountain country for some old woman. If we are caught out after dark, we'll be at the mercy of the werewolves."
"The journey can be made in the daylight hours if one starts early," said Luis. "I have a cousin who lives at the end of the road. He keeps burros for mountain travelers. He will let you have two of them for a small price. The burros know the way up the trail. It is the only one leading up the mountain."
"If we started now, could we make it today before dark?" Karyn asked.
Luis glanced through the window, checking the angle of the sun. He nodded.
Karyn and Chris looked at each other. "What do you think?" she said.
"To tell you the truth, I think it's a waste of time. I can't see what good an old gypsy fortuneteller can do us."
"Chris, we have nothing else."
"But palm-reading. Do you believe in that?"
"Do you believe in werewolves?" Karyn said quietly.
"Touche," said Chris.
"Even if the old woman can do nothing for us, all we've lost is one day. And it's just possible that she's for real, and can somehow help us. I think it's worth trying."
Chris rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. "Okay," he said. "I'm game if you are." And to Luis: "How soon can you be ready to go?"
"I am ready now, senor. My taxi is parked just outside."
"Good. Karyn, I think it would be best if you stay here while I go check out the gypsy lady."
"Not a chance," Karyn said. "I'm going with you." When Chris started to protest she held up a hand to stop him, "Please don't go all macho and protective on me. This is more my fight than it is yours, and I'm not going to sit in my room wringing my hands while you're out doing things."
"All right then," Chris said reluctantly, "we'll both go. While you put on something suitable for burro-riding, I'll go try to head off trouble with Audrey."
Audrey Vance sat up in the bed and held the sheet wrapped tight around her lithe body as she listened to Chris tell her he was going to leave her this morning. Her gray eyes were like chips of granite.
"I know this isn't a lot of fun for you," he said, "but please believe me when I tell you it's super-important."
Audrey stared at him coldly before answering. "And you have to be gone all day."
"Most of it, probably."
"With your ex-girlfriend."
"Karyn is not my ex-girlfriend."
"Whatever the hell you want to call her, then."
Chris sighed heavily. "Yes, Karyn will be with me.".
"Very cozy."
"I can't help what you think."
Audrey turned away, letting him see her best profile. "Maybe it would be better if I just went back to Los Angeles alone."
After a moment Chris said, "As a matter of fact, that might be the best thing to do."
Audrey turned toward him quickly. She reached out her arms, letting the sheet fall away from her high, firm breasts. "I didn't mean it, Chris. I don't want to go back without you. Look at me, I promised you I'd never be jealous, and here I am doing exactly that. Look, if you've got something important you have to do with the woman, go ahead. I'll find something around here to keep me busy today."
Chris relaxed. He placed his hands flat against the girl's sides, feeling the ribs outlined under the firm flesh. "Thanks, honey.
"I'll tell you all about it some time when there's no pressure. If I tried to explain it now, take my word for it, you wouldn't believe me."
Audrey locked her hands behind his head and tried to pull him down with her on the bed. "At least you can leave me with a little something to think about."
He held himself back. "Sorry, honey, I just haven't got the time."
She released her hold immediately and looked up into his eyes. Little white tension lines appeared at the corners of her mouth. "Jesus, thanks a lot."
Chris tried a smile. "When I go to bed with you, I want us to have time to do it right. You don't want to start knocking off quickies, do you?"
"Just go on and do whatever you have to do." Audrey gathered the sheet around her again. "I'll see you when you get back."
Chris stood for a moment looking at her. When she would not meet his eye he went out and closed the door firmly behind him.
Karyn was waiting on the veranda with Luis when Chris returned. She had changed into a pair of jeans and a light-weight jacket over a sweater.
"How did it go?" she said.
"Not too good."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. That's my problem."
As they started down the steps Karyn touched Chris's arm. "There's that policeman who talked to us last night. I want to see him for a minute."
She walked up the path to where Sergeant Vasquez stood talking to a young uniformed policeman, who nodded several times, then hurried off.
"Excuse me, Sergeant," Karyn said.
"Senora Richter, good morning."
"I was wondering — you said last night that there was this friend of the girl, the one who was killed, who you thought might have done it — "
Vasquez raised his hands in a helpless gesture. "Unfortunately for us, the young man has the perfect alibi. For the past seven days, including last night, he has been locked in jail in Culiacan."
Karyn fought to suppress a smile of relief. "I see. Well, I was just wondering. Thank you."
She hurried back to rejoin Chris and Luis Zarate. They climbed into the taxi and rolled away from the hotel toward Mazatlan. Before they reached the city, Luis turned off the highway onto a narrow, unpaved road that led off into the foothills of the Occidental Mountains.
Once they were away from the cooling effect of the sea breeze, the air in the car became hot and steamy. Opening the windows did no good. However, it began to cool off again as the road started to climb.
The rutted road finally came to an end at a pile of boulders. Luis eased the car off into the gravel in front of a weathered shack built of lumber scraps and flattened tin cans. He honked the horn steadily until a swarthy man, with a limp and one clouded eye, came out of the shack. Luis got out of the car and spoke to him in Spanish while Karyn and Chris stood by waiting. Finally Luis rejoined them.
"My cousin Guillermo will let you have two burros for the day for ten dollars. It is too much, but he knows you are Americans, and to ignorant peons like Guillermo all Americans are very rich."
"Tell him it's a deal," Chris said.
Luis passed the word to his cousin, and the man limped back behind the shack and returned a minute later leading two sleepy burros that looked as if the moths had been at them.
"Are you sure they'll make it up the mountain?" Chris said.
"Estos es muy buenos burros," said Guillermo, catching the tone of Chris's voice, if not the meaning of his words. "Muy robustos."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Chris muttered.
"What about saddles?" Karyn asked.
Guillermo looked blank.
She patted the seat of her jeans, then the bony back of one of the burros. "Saddle," she repeated.
A light came into Guillermo's good eye. "Oh, si, las manias!" He limped into the shack and returned with two thin, tattered blankets. He folded them carefully and lay them over the backs of the burros.
"Swell," Karyn said. She glanced over at Luis.
"Don't worry," he said. "These burros do not move fast enough to throw you off."
"That's not what I'm worried about," Karyn said drily.
"We'd better get started," Chris said. "Which one do you want?"