“Who is this? ”he snapped.
Hesitation. “This's Kal.”
“My driver isn't answering his phone, Kal, ”Macias said.
Hesitation. “Who is this?”
“Jorge Macias.”
Hesitation. “I don't know what you're talking about… a driver… ?”
“Listen to me. Cain is standing right here with me, and I've got a gun pushed into his stomach and he's going to stay with me until we get something worked out here. Now do you know what I'm talking about?”
Hesitation.
“I can think faster than that, ”Macias said, “and you wouldn't like what I'm thinking. Now. Where is my driver?”
“He's been removed.”
“Removed. ”Macias felt as if he were hyperventilating. “Listen to me, you fuck”-he was rigid with tension-“you tell your people that we're going to leave here. I want my car brought to the front door of this place. When the driver gets out, have him leave the front driver's door open, and then open the back door. Then tell him to get the hell out of the way. And remember this: I do not want to see anybody following me. I assume you have a bug on the car, fine. But I do not want to see any surveillance.”
He punched off the phone without waiting for a response and put the phone in his pocket.
“You heard what's going to happen, ”Macias said. “Stay close to me. Be careful, I'll blow your liver all over this place.”
Macias was sweating. He was scared, but he was the kind of man for whom personal danger was a fierce motivator to concentration. It didn't rattle him. He became keenly focused.
“When we get outside, ”Macias said to his bodyguard, “you get in the front passenger's seat. Cain, you get behind the wheel. I'll be behind you in the backseat.”
Titus stared at him. This sounded like a disaster in the making.
“Hey! ”Macias barked, jamming a gun in Titus's ribs. “You understand?”
“Yeah, okay, I've got it. I've got it.”
They walked out of the rest rooms and down a short corridor to the main entry. People were milling around, leaving, arriving, waiting for friends. The three of them went to the front door. The courtyard was two steps down. Titus could see the arched entry that led from the courtyard to the parking area.
The casual ambience of the people in the foyer seemed ridiculously innocent to Titus, so enormously rich in its banality and thoughtless ease.
Then the Navigator appeared in the arch of the gateway, and he felt Macias's automatic gouge into his kidneys, and they were moving. Most of the tables in the front courtyard were occupied, people waiting for tables inside, talking quietly over drinks.
No one paid any attention to them as they crossed to the stone arch where the wrought-iron gates were thrown back. The man who got out of the Navigator threw a meaningful glance at Titus as he turned and opened the backseat door, and then he walked away. Titus and Macias got into the Navigator and closed their doors simultaneously.
“Go to the highway and turn left, ”Macias said, “and be very careful.”
Titus eased down the narrow gravel drive from La Terrazza to Loop 360. The loop was a divided highway through the hills, and the restaurant drive came out onto the northbound lanes. Titus crossed these two lanes, continued on the crossover to the southbound lanes, and turned left.
The bodyguard kept his eye on the outside rearview mirror, but Titus could only guess what Macias was doing behind him. He could hear him breathing, and the tension inside the Navigator was so dense that it replaced the oxygen.
“What are you going to do? ”Titus asked as he picked up speed.
Macias didn't answer.
Titus drove with his right hand and reached up with his left hand, feeling for the mole in the bend of his arm. It was still there.
Macias was silent behind him, and Titus imagined his mind was going wild with calculation. Titus reviewed his options. Macias could kill him. But why? That would only bring him grief and leave him vulnerable. Macias might kidnap him for the ransom that he wasn't going to get now, but Titus guessed that Burden would never let them get out of the United States with it. Titus couldn't even come up with a scenario for what might happen. But whatever it was, he was reasonably sure that Macias knew it was likely they would try to kill him. That had to dominate his thinking right now and determine the scope of his options.
The Navigator was eating up the miles. Titus shifted in his seat, thinking of the pistol pointed at him. He thought of the man who had pulled the Navigator up to the gate. What in the hell had his expression been trying to convey? Or had his face simply reflected the intensity of their situation?
The seat belt was digging into his right hip where the buckle side was anchored to the car seat. He hadn't even remembered putting it on and was surprised that he had. He put his right hand down by his right hip to shift the seat belt clasp and felt something in the crack of the seat. He put the back of his hand against the clasp to shift it from rubbing him… and felt the grip of a handgun. Shit!
Suddenly he began to recalculate everything.
“Turn off at the next exit, ”Macias said, “and then turn back under the highway and head toward the city.”
Titus turned off on Highway 2222 and did as he was told. The bodyguard said something to Macias, and he replied, “Bueno. ” Titus guessed that Kal and Burden were following Macias's instructions to keep their distance.
“So you are working with professionals? ”Macias asked.
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“A guy named Steve Lender.”
“Do they know everything?”
“Everything I know. Which obviously isn't everything.”
Macias said something in Spanish to the bodyguard, who took out a cell phone and dialed a number. He listened.
“Nada, ” he said.
Macias said something else. The guard dialed again.
“Nada, ” he said again.
Without being told another time, he dialed again.
“Nada, ” he repeated.
“?Chinga” Macias swore. “How many people are involved here?” he asked Titus.
“I don't know.”
He felt the barrel of Macias's automatic at the base of his neck.
“He said it was best if I didn't know, ”Titus said. “I just don't know.”
Titus was panicked about the safety on the automatic. He had felt it on the left side of his thumb, but he didn't know if it was on or off. How would the guy have left it? Cocked, he thought. Safety off and cocked. This thing was ready to go.
“How long's this guy Lender been involved?”
Titus hesitated. The barrel of Macias's automatic dug into the base of his skull again. He could feel it twisting.
“From the beginning.”
“Fuck, ”Macias said.
In the following silence, Titus tried to guess where Macias's mind was going. Obviously the bodyguard had tried to contact their other people, with no luck. Now he had to know that by some quirk of chance he had escaped the same fate as his other crews by only a few moments and that his whole elaborate scheme had completely disintegrated. He had to be just about as desperate as a man could be.
