Valdez approached his Humvee, and as one of his men opened the back door for him, he turned to Rodriguez. “Do not forget about us, Mr. President,” he said. Then with a venomous smile, he added, “We will not forget about you.”
Chapter 20
Tommy drove a white BMW sedan with Matt in the passenger seat, and Nick and Stevie in the back seat. The two lane road stretched out straight and barren; waves of heat rippled off the asphalt and created the illusion of water dancing on the horizon.
Tommy pointed to the instrument panel. “Is it really one hundred and one degrees out already?”
“Slow down,” Nick said, from behind him. “Keep it five over the limit.”
Matt surveyed the desert floor. “You see anything back there, Stevie?”
Stevie was busy playing with a laptop computer, while Nick examined the monitor.
“Nothing yet,” Stevie said. “But we’re still ten miles out.”
Stevie had his hawk drone above them scanning the perimeter for snipers.
“I don’t like this,” Tommy said. “There hasn’t been one damn car in either direction for nearly an hour. How is that possible?”
“The freeway is thirty miles north of here,” Nick said. “There’s no reason to drive this way unless you’re going to Denton. The road dead ends there.”
Tommy glanced over his shoulder and saw Nick looking at his phone. “Well?” he said.
“Walt suspects the bomb is being transported today.”
“And you still think we’re better off alone, than calling in a team of agents to help find this thing?” Tommy asked.
From the rearview mirror, Tommy could see Nick looking out his window.
“We overwhelm this town with agents and they’ll modify their plans,” Nick said. “Maybe dig in and wait until it blows over. We don’t have time for that. We need them to underestimate us.”
Tommy grinned. “That’s okay. I like being the underdog.”
The BMW cruised over the asphalt with smooth precision. They’d rented the car because it didn’t necessarily raise any red flags like an SUV or a black American sedan might.
“What if they bolt town?” Tommy asked.
“They can’t,” Nick said. “We’ve got a DPS roadblock cutting off traffic before it gets to the highway.”
“I’ll bet that’s a pretty exciting place to-”
“Got something,” Stevie said. Nick hunched over the screen, while Matt craned his neck to look over the back of his headrest.
“See him?” Stevie said, pointing to a spot on the monitor.
“Yeah,” Nick said. “Can you zoom?”
“You bet.”
Tommy could hear Stevie tapping his keyboard. After a few moments he heard the response to the drone’s image.
“Shit,” Nick muttered.
“Where?” Matt asked.
“Two miles ahead of us, to our left,” Stevie said.
“Let me see,” Matt said.
Stevie twisted his laptop to show Matt, while Tommy glanced back at the image. The car swerved to the right, hitting a couple of shoulder bumps as Tommy examined the screen.
Matt grabbed the steering wheel and steadied the car back to the middle of the lane.
“Come on,” Matt said. “Keep it on the road.”
“Relax,” Tommy said. “What am I gonna hit out here, a lizard?”
Stevie returned the computer to his lap and gave commentary. “He hasn’t taken notice of us yet.”
“Is he alone?” Matt asked.
“Yes.”
“Rifle?”
“Yes.”
Matt twisted in his seat to look at Nick. “Should I take him out?”
Nick seemed to contemplate this. He examined the image on Stevie’s computer.
“He just spotted us,” Nick said. He waved at Matt. “Turn around, he’s grabbing his binoculars.”
Matt twisted back into his seat and tried to look casual. Tommy did him one better. He turned up the volume on the XM alternative station and began to bounce the heel of his hand on the steering wheel. His head bobbed up and down to the beat of a Guster song with a maniacal grin spread across his face.
“He’s checking us out,” Stevie announced.
Tommy kept up the act, while intermittently slapping Matt’s arm to get him going.
“Cut it out,” Matt said, seeming ready to shoot his gun at someone, anyone.
“It worked,” Stevie said. “He’s put down the binoculars and went back to eating a sandwich.”
As the car whizzed past low hills to the left, Tommy saw the hawk making a slow, deliberate circle over a stand of large boulders.
“Is he behind those rocks?” Tommy asked.
“Exactly,” Stevie said.
“He doesn’t notice that drone, huh?”
“Nope. It’s a common occurrence out here. I have it programmed to emulate the exact flight pattern of a Red-Tailed Hawk.”
“You spend a lot of time with machines, don’t you?” Tommy said.
Matt lowered the volume on the radio. “We should just go straight to the mine?”
“Stick to the script,” Nick said. “We need to get intel before we barge in there.”
But when Tommy saw the look on Matt’s face, he wondered whether the FBI agent was working off the same script as everyone else in the car.
* * *
Garza stood in the driveway with Victor and went over the final instructions. The caravan began with a couple of Humvees full of his men, then the pickup truck where Victor would be, then another Humvee trailing behind.
“Do not allow any variance,” Garza warned. “I won’t put up with any more last minute demands.”
Victor nodded. “Yes, Jefe.”
“Also,” Garza said, “make sure this device is secured properly and the tarp covers it completely.”
“Yes.”
“Do not take chances. I have a few Federales watching out for you. They will offer a safe path in and out of town.”
“Yes.”
“And if this thing-”
“Jefe,” Victor held up his hand. “Do not fret. I am aware of the dangers. I will take care of it.”
Garza sighed. “Yes, of course.” It was at that point that Garza realized how much he’d relied on Victor. He had a sudden urge to send someone else. Someone more expendable. But for something this big, he needed Victor’s brains to control things.
Garza took his sunglasses off and met his first lieutenant’s eyes. “Be careful.”
Victor gave him an assuring nod, then hopped into the back seat of the pickup truck and waved a hand out the window to signal the lead driver.
The hydraulic gate yawned opened and Garza watched the caravan head to town. His phone rang and he looked down to see the caller. Santiago Valdez.
“Yes,” Garza said into the phone.
“Are you busy?” Valdez said.
