hard into the woman’s cheek. “No one here’s gonna help you, lady. You understand? So you tell me now. I don’t have much time.”
The woman’s eyes shone with helplessness and fear. Luis had seen the look many times, her brain imagining what she could say, despite knowing that in the very next moments she might die.
“I don’t know what you want from me.” She shook her head. “Where is who? I don’t know—who do you want?”
She looked down the short barrel of Luis’s gun.
“Oh, yes you do. I have no time to fuck with you, lady.” He clicked back the hammer. “You know what I’m here for. You tell me, you live. You don’t, when the police find you, they be mopping you off this floor. So where is he, mama? Where is your huzban?”
“My husband?” she asked. “My husband’s not here, I swear.”
“Is he upstairs, you fuckin’ gray-haired bitch?” Luis pushed the gun into her cheek. “’Cause he is, he’s about to hear your brains splatter all over this floor.”
“No. I swear … I swear, he’s not here. I beg you. He’s been gone. For a couple of weeks.”
“Where?” Luis demanded. He pulled her back by the hair and jammed the barrel into her eye.
“Please don’t hurt me,” the woman begged, shaking in his grasp. “Please, I don’t know where he is.… These agents, I don’t even know why they’re here. Why are you doing this? I don’t know anything. Please, I swear.…”
“Okay, lady.” Luis nodded. He relaxed his grip. He took the gun out of her face. She was sobbing. “Okay.”
He released the hammer, and the gun went out of firing mode. “Who said anything about hurting you, mama? I just want you to think. Maybe he called, maybe he told you something.…”
She sniffled back mucus and tears and shook her head.
The burner was still on. Flaming. Luis felt the heat close to his hand. “Is okay,” he said, softer. “Maybe it’s something you forgot. We just wanna talk with him anyway. Just talk. You understand?”
He winked. The woman nodded, terrified, hesitantly against his shirt, smearing tears. Her breaths were frantic and short. “Calm down.” Luis patted her hair.
“What I think is, maybe we just go at this from a different way.”
He took hold of the woman’s slender wrist. Her hand was shaking. “You know what I mean, mama?” He turned her palm over and ran his finger along one of the lines. Then he brought it closer to the burning flame.
It took a second for her to understand.
“No! God help me. Please … no!”
Suddenly she tried to pull herself back. Luis didn’t let go. Instead he drew her closer to the flame. The woman’s eyes grew in panic now, bulging out of their sockets.
“Maybe you remember now. Time to tell me where he is, mama.”
A few minutes later, Luis Prado climbed back into the cab of the laundry truck. He turned the key in the ignition and threw it in gear, glancing one more time at the crumpled bodies in the government Taurus. He pulled away from the quiet street. No one came after him. The whole thing had lasted only minutes. All it took was a little prodding. He’d gotten what he came for.
Then he put her out of her pain.
A few blocks down the hill, Luis pulled the truck into the parking lot of a closed water-treatment facility. Quickly, in the back of the cab, Luis changed out of his clothes. He carefully wiped down the steering wheel and the handle on the driver’s door. He threw the soiled clothes in back, on top of the linens covering the delivery driver’s body. He stepped out and hurried across the lot in the darkness.
Another car was parked there. A rented SUV. Luis climbed into the waiting car.
“So …?” the driver inquired as Luis shut the door.
“He wasn’t there.” Luis shrugged. “He’s in New York. Hasn’t been here in weeks.”
“New York.” The driver seemed surprised. He adjusted his blazer. He had a troubled look on his face, as if he’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this.
“That’s what his wife told me before she died. Must be losing my touch. Wasn’t able to find out where.”
“It doesn’t matter.…” The thin, dark-haired driver turned. He put the car in reverse, backing out of the deserted lot. “I know where.”
Fergus dragged Kate on the leash as they headed into the park.
She’d thought about it all night. What Greg had said. Not only about his offer, which she knew he had to accept. But about going forward. Trying to put the past behind her. And what had she decided?
Yesterday afternoon she’d called Packer. She said she was ready to go back to the lab for the first time. Her shoulder was still pretty stiff. She’d had the sling off for a couple of days, and there were weeks of physiotherapy ahead of her. But she could still help out. It would be good to get her mind off things. She hadn’t been able to run or row in weeks, and with all the stress from Sharon’s death, and what Howard had told her, her blood sugars were off the charts. But Greg was right. This was slowly killing her. They had to face the future, get back to something approximating a normal life.
“C’mon, boy.” Kate tugged Fergus. “Just a short one this morning. Mommy’s going to be late.”
She had to lead Fergus carefully with only her left hand. She jogged with him on a loose leash for most of the run. After just a block or two, she grew winded. Jesus, Kate, that’s bad. She dropped the leash and let Fergus run after a squirrel. She sat down, took out a PowerBar, bit off a square, and waited for her strength to return. It would be good to get back to her routine.
A man with slicked-back dark hair, wearing a black leather jacket and sunglasses, took a seat on the bench across from her.
Kate stared edgily at him. Okay …
For a second she tried not to be aware. But the warning bells started going off. Something didn’t seem right. Kate looked around for Fergus. She’d had this sort of feeling before.
The man looked over, catching her gaze. Kate’s pulse quickened. Where the hell was Fergus? It was time to go.
As she got up, she heard a voice from behind her. “Kate.”
Kate spun around, her heart lurching. Then, as she saw who it was, she exhaled in a nervous sigh of relief. Thank God.…
It was Barretto, the bearded man she’d met here before. She knew she must’ve looked like a ghost.
“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He smiled. Dressed as always in his rumpled corduroy jacket
