taking some of his toiletries out of the canvas gym bag he’d brought with him, and then headed up to the main deck.
The town looked quaint. The houses were multicolored and usually no more than two floors. The roofs were a mix of red and blue and green , and the most prominent building was the church. It looked like a fishing village out of the eighteenth century.
Before long they drew anchor and the yacht began pulling out to sea. Dillon watched the foam at the stern. This would be the last time he would travel like this with James. He looked back and saw James and Niles at starboard, laughing and pointing things out at the town, taking photos on their phone.
Dillon turned away, a gray feeling coming over him that a period of his life was ending and he wasn’t sure what it would be replaced with. His cell phone buzzed. Amazed he was still getting service, he checked who it was. It was a text from Jaime:
Hey big explorer, just wanted to wish you luck. And guess what? I actually do miss you a little
Dillon smiled as he replaced the phone in his pocket and looked out over the vast expanse of water.
9
El Paso was dark and there was a section of the town, on the northern-most end, where tourists never went and the locals left at night. Only a small handful of people were there and of those, none of them wanted to see or hear what anybody else was doing. It was the best place in the city to meet when you didn’t want other people butting their noses into your business.
Dana had her van parked on the curb when the door opened and Miguel Almanza hopped in. She put it in drive and pressed the accelerator button on the steering wheel. She was, every single time she drove, grateful she lived in a time when her disability didn’t make her immobile.
“Are you trying to get me killed?” Miguel said.
“Did anyone follow you?”
“No.”
“Then what are you worried about?”
He looked out the window. “I shouldn’t be talking to you.”
“That’s fine, Miguel. You don’t have to. I’ll just have a couple of agents pick you up for the distribution charge and we’ll let word slip that you’ve been feeding us information for the past couple years but that now that relationship is over. I’m sure your boss will be more than pleased that you’ve been speaking to me so much.”
“It would be death. You would kill me because I didn’t want to help you?”
“I’m not the one killing you, my conscience would be clear.”
He shook his head. “What do you want?”
“El Sacerdote met with a man named Jim Park recently. Do you know anything about it?”
“No.”
“Miguel, you are a really bad liar. Just tell me what I want to know and I’ll drop you off at your car and that’ll be that. You won’t see me again.”
“Until you want something else.”
“Well, we can’t predict the future, but for right now all I want to know is why your boss is meeting with Jim Park.”
“I don’t know. He sending something to Canada on one of that man’s trucks.”
“What?”
“I don’t know.”
“Fine, I’ll just drop you off in the middle of Old Town and wave bye to you with my badge around my neck.”
“I swear, I don’t know nothing. He wouldn’t tell me. He just said it was death.”
“De ath?”
“Yeah, that’s what he say .”
She looped back around to where she had picked him up and parked in an alleyway. “Anything else?”
“No, I know nothing else.”
“When you find out which shipment it’s going to be on, I want you to call me.”
He rubbed his lips.
“Miguel, I’m not kidding. One phone call. Just tell me what shipment it’s going to be on and where it’s going. That’s it. And then I promise I will leave you alone.”
He scoffed. “You cops are a lot like the dealers you know. You lie to get what you want and think it is not a problem.”
Miguel jumped out of the van and walked down the alleyway before disappearing. Dana watched him go and then
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