"Hi, you want to have lunch?"

"Let's do it here," Eagle replied. "We can order up from the restaurant downstairs. Twelve-thirty?"

"See you then."

Betty buzzed him. "I've got your witness for Joe Big Bear on the phone; he says he's coming home tomorrow morning."

"Great." Eagle picked up the phone. "Mr. Cartwright?"

"That's me. This Mr. Eagle?"

"It is."

"You're coming home tomorrow? What time?"

"I'll be there by lunchtime."

"I want to schedule a hearing for tomorrow afternoon, so you can tell your story to the judge in the case. That all right with you?"

"Sure."

Eagle asked him to go through his story, moment by moment, and was satisfied.

"My secretary will call and give you the time and courtroom number."

"See you then." The man hung up.

Eagle buzzed Betty. "Call Judge O'Hara's clerk and ask for a hearing tomorrow after lunch. Tell him my witness will take minutes max, and maybe he'll recess a case and listen to us. If he agrees, call Bob Martinez and let him know." Betty went to work.

WOLF WILLET SHOWED UP on time, and they sat at a table in the shade on Eagle's private terrace, while a waiter from downstairs served them.

"So, how's the search for Mrs. Eagle going?" Wolf asked.

"I've got two men on it; they'll have her shortly."

"Are you going to do anything to her?"

"Not if she'll sign a settlement. I just want to be rid of her." What he really wanted was her back in bed, which had always been her milieu.

Betty came out on the terrace with a cordless phone. "It's Cupie Dalton," she said, handing Eagle the phone.

"Cupie?"

"Right."

"What's happening?"

"Lots and lots," Cupie replied. "She checked out of her hotel in Puerto Vallarta, but Vittorio and I chased her down just in time."

"Just in time for what?"

"It went like this. When she transferred the three hundred grand from Mexico City to a local bank, somebody gave a gang of kidnappers a jingle to let them know there was cash to be had. Vittorio and I caught up with her cab just as the black hats went to work, but she hardly needed our help. She killed one of them and wounded another, then they thought better of their activity and got the hell out of there."

"Where is she now?"

"She's in a cab with Vittorio, half a block from the Puerto Vallarta police station. I'd be very happy to take her in there and charge her with shooting me, but she'd just buy her way out. What do you want us to do?"

"I want you to get her signature on those blank sheets of paper."

"She's already signed them once, in the name of Minnie Mouse, and she ain't going to sign again. The lady is adamant."

"Can't Vittorio scare her into it?"

"He scared her into signing Minnie Mouse six times, but otherwise she seems immune to his charms. Short of torture or forgery, I don't know what to do. You have any instructions?"

"Put her on the phone."

"She's already said she won't talk to you."

Eagle thought for a moment. "All right, tell her this: tell her that if she doesn't sign, I'll take the three hundred grand away from her and leave her to fend for herself. And tell her I know about the guy she hired to kill me, and it ain't going to happen."

"She hired somebody to kill you?"

"Yes. Now tell her."

"Okay."

"I'll hang on."

"Let me call you back in five."

"Okay."

Eagle switched off the phone and put it down

"Kidnappers tried to take her," Eagle said to Wolf.

"You're kidding me."

"No, apparently kidnapping is all the rage in Mexico."

"What now?"

The phone rang before Eagle could reply, and he picked it up. "Hello?"

"It's Cupie; we got a problem."

CUPIE CLOSED HIS CELL PHONE AND WALKED BACK toward the cab. He'd had to move down the block to get a good signal, and he hadn't been watching the car while he talked to Eagle. As he approached, he could see the driver, but he couldn't see anybody in the backseat. He stuck his head in the front passenger window. "Where'd the man and the woman go?" He asked the driver.

"I dunno, senor. The woman got out of the car and ran, and the man ran after her. Senor, could you pay me, please? I got to make a living."

Cupie shoved some money at him, got his, Vittorio's and Barbara's bags out of the car and found some shade. He couldn't see either one of them anywhere, and he wasn't going to try and find them, what with a bum shoulder and three suitcases to take care of. He sat down on one of the bags and waited.

Vittorio came around a corner, his hat off, wiping his brow.

"What happened?"

"She ran on me," Vittorio said. "She went into the police station, where I didn't want to follow her, and when I finally did, she was gone; she'd run out a side door into an alley, and I wasn't able to find her."

"Right," Cupie said, trying not to sound nasty. He opened his cell phone and called Eagle. "We've got a problem," he said into the phone, and then he explained what happened.

Eagle was annoyed but calm. "Now what?"

"Now we track her down," Cupie said. "We've got her luggage, so all she's got are the clothes on her back and her handbag. One thing we could do, is I could file a complaint with the police for her shooting me, and we might get some help."

"What the hell, do it," Eagle said, "and keep in touch."

Cupie closed the phone. "I'm going to file a complaint," he said, picking up Barbara's bag and handing it to Vittorio. "Hold this; I want to see what's inside."

Vittorio cradled the case in his arms while Cupie went through it. Underwear, clothes, shoes, no documents. "Nothing of any use," he said. "I was hoping, maybe, for a bank book."

"Let's see if she's at the bank," Vittorio said.

"Good idea. You know which bank?"

Vittorio shook his head.

"Tell you what, you work both sides of the street, here, check all the banks, and I'll go talk to the boys at the el copo shopo."

Vittorio nodded.

"And take your bag and hers, will you? I can't handle more than mine."

Vittorio slung his own bag over his shoulder by its strap and pulled out the handle on Barbara's suitcase, so it would roll. "I'll meet you back here in a few minutes," he said.

Cupie nodded and went into the police station. Using his serviceable Spanish, he asked for the captain and was immediately shown to an office behind the front desk.

"Buenos dias," the captain said. He was a plump man with the inevitable Pancho Villa moustache. "How may I help you, senor?" he said in good English.

Cupie handed the man his LAPD I.D. and his card. "I am a retired Los Angeles detective sergeant, now working as a private investigator," he said. "My client's wife stole money from him and left for Mexico City. When I found her there, she shot me with a small handgun." He reached into his pocket and produced the.25 automatic he had taken from Barbara, along with its magazine. "It's unloaded."

The captain racked the little slide and set the gun down, satisfied. "You wish her to be arrested?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Where is she?"

"Somewhere in Puerto Vallarta. She ran from my partner."

The captain nodded, reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a two-sided form. He asked Cupie an interminable list of questions, laboriously entering the information in the spaces provided, then asked Cupie to sign it.

Cupie signed. "If you find her, I'll take her off your hands," he said. "And my client would be very grateful to you, personally."

"How grateful, senor?"

"I might be able to persuade him to be grateful this much," Cupie said, holding up five fingers. "Big ones."

The captain nodded. "Where may I reach you?" Cupie gave the man his cell phone number, shook his hand and left.