“Of course,” I continued, “if you did assist me in locating Vega, and if I was successful in bringing him to justice, you would have the thanks of the American people, who would otherwise be outraged that such a criminal might enter our country from yours and treat a member of our government so shamefully. At least I believe that would be the reaction should the press learn what I know about this situation.”

He continued to stare at me for a few more seconds; then he said, “Thank you for your visit.” He picked up the paper and began to read again, and the sergeant put his hand on my shoulder, so I left the room.

Teru was waiting near the front doors of the office building when I emerged.

“So?” he said. “Did you get a clue?”

I said, “I don’t know.”

We walked a block to where he had parked the Porsche. We got in and drove to Newport. It took nearly an hour because rush-hour traffic had begun. We reached the gates at El Nido and stopped, waiting as they swung open. My cell phone rang. I put it to my ear and said, “Hello.”

I recognized the consulate receptionist’s voice. She said, “12 Calle 9A 2-21, Zona 1, Vista Hermosa 1. That’s in Guatemala City. Do you have all that?”

“Yes,” I said, “Thank you very much,” but she was already off the line.

34

Simon stood on the lawn beside the driveway when we rolled up. He held his hands behind his back, the image of a proper butler. Teru parked, and Simon came forward to open the car door on my side, holding it as I unfolded myself from the Porsche.

I said, “How long have you been standing here?”

“Approximately one minute.”

I turned to Teru. “Did you phone him before we left the consulate?”

“Nope,” said Teru.

“Then how did he know we were coming?”

Teru shrugged.

I looked at Simon. “How did you know we were coming?”

Simon said, “One does strive to be prepared.”

I shook my head. “You guys would make me nervous if you weren’t on my side.”

“If we were not on your side, anxiety would be wise,” replied Simon.

Teru smiled.

I said, “I don’t suppose you have another M11 handy? The OCSD kept mine.”

“Enquires have been made; however, I regret to say a replacement sidearm will not be available until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.”

Shaking my head, I walked toward the guesthouse. Teru and Simon fell in alongside me.

Simon said, “The authorities executed a warrant to search your residence last night.”

“Teru already told me they searched my computer. Did they seem interested in anything else?”

“Unfortunately I was not allowed to observe their activities within the house; however, I was able to stand outside the residence and prepare an inventory of the items they removed. In addition to your computer, they removed some articles of clothing, which I took to be your soiled laundry.”

I nodded. “Looking to match fibers from the Montes’s house.”

We were at the front door. I opened it and went inside. The place had been thoroughly tossed. Books from the shelves stood in piles on the floor. Contents of the kitchen cabinets were on the countertop. Sofa and chair pillows had been upturned.

I went straight across the living room to a burled-walnut Edwardian armoire in the corner. The mirrored door hung open. They had removed the stereo system from inside the armoire, stacking the components in front of it along with my collection of vinyl LPs. I moved some of the LPs out of the way, and dropped to the floor, and twisted my shoulder to reach into the space beneath the lower-most shelf. I pressed on the bottom right corner of the armoire’s back and heard a click as the panel came away. It was a relief to reach a little farther in and find the plastic baggie still there. I pulled it out.

The baggie contained seven passports, seven driver’s licenses, and seven pairs of credit cards in seven different names. Also five thousand dollars in used twenties and fifties.

Teru whistled. “Simon’s not the only one who plans ahead.”

I removed two passports, two matching driver’s licenses, four credit cards, and all of the cash. I replaced the baggie in the compartment and pressed the panel closed.

Simon said, “Guatemala?”

I looked at him and raised my eyebrows.

He shrugged slightly. “An elementary deduction.”

Teru said, “You know it’s a bail violation just to leave Orange County, much less the country. If they catch you at the border, you’ll lose that million five bail money, and they’ll detain you until the trial. Could be months from now. Even a year or more. And of course they’ll add possession of the forged passports. That’s a federal crime. It carries ten years, I think. No, wait. You’ll be carrying it in the commission of a crime, so they’ll tack on another five.”

“Thanks, counselor.”

“Glad to help.”

There was the sound of a cell phone ringing. Simon removed it from his inside jacket pocket and examined the screen. “Miss Soto appears to be at the front gate.”

“You have the gate cameras linked to your phone?”

“Indeed, I do.”

I shook my head again. “Can you let her in from here?”

“Of course.”

“Then kindly do so, my good man.”

Simon touched his cell phone’s screen, then replaced the phone in his pocket.

We went outside. Simon and Teru walked with me as far as the edge of the gravel drive, then Simon headed toward the main house as Teru got in his Porsche and drove toward the gate. I saw him wave at Olivia as he passed her on his way out.

I stood and watched her park. She got out and walked right up and threw her arms around me. “Oh, thank God,” she said.

“Hey,” I said, tentatively returning her embrace. “What’s all this?”

She clung to me tightly, pressing her cheek against my chest. “I thought they might hold you in that terrible place for months.”

“Teru got me out.”

She pushed back, still holding on to me, and looked up at my face. “What are you going to do?”

“Well, I was thinking about dinner in a little while.”

“Be serious.”

Very gently, I pushed her away. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

She stepped back and turned toward the harbor. Watching as a sloop with a black hull ghosted past the estate, she said, “You could tell me if you did it, you know. I’d never repeat a word. I don’t care about Doña Elena. I only care about you.”

I might have laughed if she hadn’t been playing it so straight. I said, “Is that so?”

She lifted her chin. “I like you, Malcolm. I like you a lot. Don’t you like me?”

“Sure I do. You’re lovely and smart. What’s not to like? But it would be nice to know why you really came over here.”

“I came because I care!” She flung her arms around me again. “Don’t you see? I had to make sure you’re okay.”

“No.” I pushed her away again. “I mean what’s the real reason?”

Her eyes went wide. “Don’t you believe me?”

“Not completely.”

“But… but why not?”

“You’re too gorgeous, Olivia. You could have any man you want. And hanging around with Doña Elena and the congressman, you probably meet millionaire producers and corporate executives and national politicians every day. So I’ve been wondering, why would a girl like you throw herself at a chauffeur? It’s obvious you want something from me. What is it?”

“You really think I’m that shallow?”

“I think you’re too interested in the Toledo case. I think you’ve been after inside information from the moment I met you. I think you’ve got some kind of skin in the game. I just don’t know what.”