“He let us go way too easily.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” says Joselyn. “Could be he just realized he couldn’t hold us any longer.”
“No. He didn’t even try and argue when I told him we were going. Instead he tells me to be careful and gives me the name and number of the agent in charge of the FBI field office in San Diego. Told me to call him if we had any problems. That’s not the Thorpe I know. The question is, what’s he up to?”
Thorpe showed us the composite computer sketch of Liquida, the one they had been working on with Sarah before we left. He gave us a copy in case we needed to study it more. I didn’t say anything to him, but my daughter is not the only one who has seen the man. The sketch was a good likeness of the face I saw that night in Costa Rica, now nearly two years ago. It is not a face I am likely to forget.
I turn around in my seat and glance down the aisle behind me, stretch my upper body, and check to see who’s sleeping and who’s awake. I turn back to the front. “I’m betting he put a tail on us.”
“Who?” says Joselyn.
“Thorpe.”
“For our sake, I hope you’re right. Do me a favor. If you’re able to identify him, ask him to come up and sit here so I can sit in his lap.”
“You don’t think I can protect you?”
“In a word…” She sticks her fingernails under my rib cage, causing me to jump. Then she giggles.
“Cut it out.”
“Don’t be so uptight.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t complain. Thorpe allowed Sarah to remain in the condo.”
“After what happened in Ohio, I’m sure he’ll have his people keep a close eye on her,” says Joselyn.
“Unless she pulls a slip on them the way she did with Harry,” I say.
“Why would she do that?”
“Sarah wasn’t happy about being left behind. You don’t know my daughter.”
“She can be that willful?”
“Willful isn’t the word for it. Having the dog was the only thing that kept her from forcefully boarding the plane with us.”
“She perked up when you told her Herman was getting out of the hospital tomorrow.”
Joselyn was right. The thought that she could play nurse to Herman, someone she likes, made Sarah feel more useful. Herman will be bunking in the condo for a period of convalescence. Still, I am itching to get back as quickly as possible before Sarah’s mind turns to thoughts of home.
“I contacted the embassy and gave them the airline and the flight number. I told them that the plane should be on the ground shortly before noon their time.” Bill Britain was looking tired, jowls down to his ankles. Thorpe looked almost as bad. It was nearly three in the morning, Washington time. The two of them had been at it for nearly twenty hours. Thorpe didn’t plan to go home until Madriani and his party were safely under surveillance.
“I’m wondering if I gave in a little too easily,” said Thorpe. “I mean, just letting them go like that. They’re not stupid.”
“Not to worry,” said Britain. “Two agents will meet the plane at the gate. We sent copies of their passport photographs so our people will recognize them. We’ve got three cars, and we’ve brought in backup from the embassy in Jakarta.”
“Good. You’re sure they got on the flight?” said Thorpe.
“Checked it and double-checked it,” said Britain. “L.A. field office saw them get on and watched the plane until it took off.”
“I should have detailed two agents to stay with them all the way across,” said Thorpe. He was looking a little worried.
“Why? What could happen to them on the plane?” said Britain.
“We don’t know where Liquida is,” said Thorpe. “He could be anywhere. For all we know, he could be on the fucking airplane with them.”
Britain had no comeback for this.
“Liquida now knows we have a witness, somebody who can identify him. He’s gotta figure we’ll have a pretty good description. He’s wounded and on the run. If you were in that situation, what would you do?” said Thorpe.
“I’d go to ground,” said Britain.
“Right, but where?”
“Someplace where I’d feel safe, probably outside the country. Someplace where our reach does not extend.”
“He has to know the longer he waits, the harder it’s going to be to get out,” said Thorpe. “His face, or a pretty good likeness, is going to start circulating with TSA at the airports, security at the train stations, and bus depots. He’s going to be feeling antsy about renting a car, figuring we’ll be sending any sketches to rental car agencies along the main routes between Ohio and the Mexican border.”
“He’ll run for Mexico,” said Britain. “It’s obvious.”
“Yeah, well, he has a habit of doing things that are not obvious, not until after they’re discovered. And by then it’s usually too late,” said Thorpe.
“Mexico is Liquida’s home turf. It’s where he’s going to feel most comfortable, at least until the heat’s off. If I was gonna hide, that’s where I’d go to do it,” said Britain. “Especially given the current situation.”
He was referring to the veritable civil war currently going on between the cartels and the Mexican government. During the last year, more people were killed by violence in Ciudad Juarez and Tijuana along the U.S. border than in Iraq and the Afghan war combined. Not only was this familiar ground for Liquida, but the chaos in Mexico made it highly unlikely that local or federal Mexican authorities would have the time or the inclination to look for him. They were too busy trying to stay alive.
“So tell me,” said Thorpe. “If we’re so right and Liquida is headed for Mexico, why are Madriani and his friends jetting off to Thailand?”
“Because they’re crazy,” said Britain.
“I’m not so sure.”
“You told him the address in Pattaya was a dead end. Our people checked it out. There’s nothing there.”
“Madriani asked me whether our agents actually went inside the office at the address in Pattaya, whether they looked around. Did they?”
Britain glanced at him with a dubious expression. “I don’t know. I’m not sure.”
“Why don’t we find out?”
“You want to know what I think? I think Madriani’s off his nut. He’s finally cracked. Let’s assume for purposes of discussion that there’s something in Thailand that shows the way to Liquida. Or maybe the man himself, perhaps he’s there, though why the hell he would go there instead of Mexico, which is much closer and which he knows like the back of his hand, is a mystery, you have to admit. But let’s assume that he’s there. Why would two lawyers and a girlfriend…”
“Three lawyers,” said Thorpe. “Joselyn Cole is also a lawyer, though she doesn’t practice anymore.”
“Fine, three lawyers,” said Britain. “Why would three lawyers in their right minds want to go off searching for Liquida, especially after they saw what he did to their investigator? I mean, this is a guy who looks like he could coldcock a charging bull in rutting season, and Liquida carved him up like a turkey.”
Thorpe took a deep breath. “They’re desperate, that’s why.”
“There’s a difference between being desperate and having a death wish,” said Britain.
“From where they’re standing, they’re running out of time,” said Thorpe.
“What do you mean?”
“We’re not walking in their shoes. Spit out the government teat for a second and think. Twice now, over a span of more than a year, Liquida has forced Madriani and company to take up residence under a rock. Both times they had to stay there for extended periods. Their law practice has to be drying up. They’re probably on the verge of losing everything they own. Liquida has tried to kill Madriani’s daughter, and he managed to kill one of her friends. He took down their investigator, the man you say could slay a bull. So unless somebody gets a collar on the Mexican and does it soon, as far as they’re concerned their lives are over. They may be breathing, but it’s the economic and
