settle back on me.
“I want immunity.”
“Immunity? From what?” I asked.
“From prosecution. Look, I’m not new at this, okay? Assuming I did know something and I tell you about it, I’m an accessory. At best. And while I really want you to get the sick fucks that did that to Wook, doing time isn’t high on my bucket list.”
She stopped there and just stared at me, then at the others, then back at me. She was trying to project indifference and defiance, but I had been around enough people in her situation to know that behind the tough biker-chick facade, she was shaking. Still, what she was asking for made sense, from her point of view. And as pissed off as I was about what her husband and his gang had done, I couldn’t be sure she knew every detail about what they were up to, nor that we’d ever be able to successfully prosecute her even if she did. More to the point, there was a strong chance she could help us figure out who was behind it all, and right now, ending this black run and getting my hands on whoever had sent the bikers after Michelle was worth making a deal that kept Karen Walker’s tattooed wrists out of prison.
I slid a glance at Villaverde. Given her record, we’d anticipated her demand. We’d also agreed that we couldn’t afford to refuse it.
“Okay,” I told her.
Her face flooded with surprise, like she was not sure how to take that. “What, just like that? You don’t have that authority. Don’t you need to get it approved by the DA or something?”
“It’s already done. We’ve already discussed it with the San Diego County DA’s Office. They’re on board. LA County won’t be a problem either.” I indicated Munro with a nod, and he gave her a small confirmation nod back. “The paperwork’s being done as we speak.” I leaned in. “This isn’t about you, Karen. You have my word as a federal agent that nothing you say in here will be used against you in any way. But if we’re going to get these guys, we need to act fast. They could be making a run for it. So if you know anything, now’s the time to speak up.”
I saw her jaw muscles clench, and she resumed the tapping while debating what to do.
“How long for that piece of paper to get here?” she asked.
“Not long, but it might be more time than we have.”
She exhaled again, her eyes narrowing. Then she sat back, threw a glance out the window for a long second, and turned to face us again. She nodded to herself, short quick nods, like she was convincing herself that she was making the right move.
“They were working for some Mexican scumbag,” she told us. “I don’t know his name. Wook just called him ‘the wetback.’ ”
I felt my synapses perk up. We were rolling.
“What were they doing for him?”
“It started about six, seven months ago or so. He hired them to grab a couple of guys.”
“The scientists up by Santa Barbara?” Munro asked.
She nodded. “I didn’t hear anything else about that for a while. Which was good, given how badly it had turned out. Then a few weeks ago, he came back with some other jobs. More grabs.”
“Who was it this time?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I really don’t. The first one wasn’t a local job either.”
“Where was it?”
“Up the coast. Somewhere around San Francisco, I think. Look, Wook didn’t tell me everything. Sometimes he didn’t tell me anything at all, not up front anyway. I’d hear about them because things got ugly and he’d get all worked up about that.”
I wondered what Wook did when he got all worked up about something.
“You don’t know anything else about who they went after?” I pressed.
“No,” she insisted. “Only that it was another brainbox. Then a few days ago, they went after someone else and it all went bad again.”
I felt my face flare up and my muscles stiffen. She was talking about Michelle. “Who did they go after?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “But from what I heard, I think it was a woman.”
I was studying every pore in her face looking for a tell about how much of this was true, but I couldn’t say for sure, either way. More importantly, I didn’t need to hear the rest of that story, not right now anyway, so I asked her the more pertinent question.
“This Mexican. What else do you know about him?”
She opened out her palms, and her voice ebbed. “Nothing. Wook didn’t tell me anything else, I swear.”
Something still didn’t compute. “So your husband and his boys, they just met him six, seven months ago? And just like that, they agree to do some pretty high-risk stuff for him? Doesn’t seem like the wise course of action, does it?”
“Wook said they’d worked together before. Years ago.”
“Where?”
She sighed, like she was annoyed at herself at having to give it all up. “A few years ago, Wook and the boys used to run shipment security on this side of the border for a Mexican drug baron. This new guy was one of the head honcho’s lieutenants. Wook didn’t remember him, but he said the guy knew stuff, stuff that only someone who was there would have remembered.”
“Like what?”
She stared at me for a moment, looking increasingly uncomfortable. “The Mexican suspected one of his crew was working for a rival cartel. Plotting to take over their turf. Wook was there that day. So was Guru.”
“ Guru?”
“Gary. Gary Pennebaker. He and Wook founded the Eagles when they got back from Iraq.”
I thought back to the two faces on the clubhouse wall that weren’t among the dead.
“Anyway, they’re there and the Mexican starts cutting the guy up to get him to talk. I don’t know the details, but it was bad. Hannibal Lecter bad. Wook said the guy was a real sicko. And Guru and Wook are watching this, and Guru pukes his guts out in front of everybody. Wook couldn’t stop laughing.” Her expression darkened with what I read as embarrassment, that this upstanding citizen was her man. “Anyway, this new guy, he was there that day. He was one of the head honcho’s enforcers. Wook said the way he described it to him, he had to be there. Which was enough to get them started.”
She’d already told us she didn’t know the new Mexican’s name. “Did Wook mention the honcho’s name to you?”
She shook her head ruefully. “No.”
“What about Pennebaker? Where is he? How come he wasn’t at the clubhouse?”
Villaverde was already deep into the ATF file on the Eagles. “It says here he left the club after a stint in prison?”
He looked up at Karen for confirmation.
“That’s right.”
I was buzzed. This Guru could be the key to ID’ing our bad guy. If he was still alive.
“Where can we find him?”
She just shrugged and said, “Your guess is as good as mine.”
30
Tess felt restless as she stood by the door to Alex’s room and watched him play with his figurines on the floor by his bed.
They’d already been down to the breakfast buffet, and they were now back in the suite, waiting for Jules, who was on her way. Alex had spent most of the day before indoors, and Tess felt they ought to take him out for some much-needed distraction. Jules had suggested they take him to Balboa Park, which was nearby. There was plenty there to keep him entertained: one of the world’s greatest zoos, the Air and Space Museum, the Natural
