She knew what he meant. Montalvo's excitement and urgency were almost palpable. 'He's been waiting for this. He used to be a soldier and he likes a challenge. He's going to love every minute of going after that skull under Diaz's nose.'
'Yeah.' Galen was still looking after him. 'It's kind of addictive.'
Good God, Galen actually sounded wistful, she thought in exasperation.
Men.
'He'll be lucky if he comes back with his own head, much less that skull,' she said curtly.
'He seems to have a well-trained team. He has a good chance.'
'According to Montalvo, Diaz knew he was close to finding her body. Maybe he knows more than Montalvo thinks about where the grave is located. We'll see if he manages to deliver that skull to me tonight.' She turned and started back toward her room. She was weaving a little and concentrated on trying to steady herself. She was exhausted and her head was pounding. She needed sleep to heal and she had to heal. She had a strenuous couple of days ahead if Montalvo delivered the skull to her tonight.
She glanced back over her shoulder and saw Galen at last turning away from staring after Montalvo and opening Joe's door. Galen was proving as difficult as all the other men here at the compound.
Cat on a hot tin roof, indeed.
'Duarte hasn't reported since Tuesday, two days ago,' Nekmon said. 'We know he was in the area and monitoring what was happening at the compound. He made no mention of Eve Duncan. We know that a doctor was called to the compound from the village also two days ago. He's still there.'
Diaz frowned. 'Then, if Duarte did manage to take his shot at Eve Duncan, he botched it. Dead women don't need doctors.'
'We're not sure she was at the compound.'
'Because the man we sent to Atlanta could find no record of her leaving? Don't be a fool. Montalvo could find a way of sneaking her over any border.'
Nekmon nodded. 'And Joe Quinn did leave Atlanta for Bogota. But after that we lost track of him.'
'You seem to be losing track of a good many people,' Diaz said sarcastically. 'Aquila, Duarte, and you can't even locate Eve Duncan, much less lose her.'
'If Duarte took his shot, there's a chance that she's dead. He was good.'
'Then why call the doctor?'
Nekmon lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug. 'Quinn? Montalvo himself?'
'Guesses. God, I'm tired of guesses. I want answers. I want this problem resolved.' He scowled down at the wine in his glass. 'Montalvo has been a thorn in my side for too many years. He should have been killed when he came charging after me when we got rid of the Armandariz woman.'
'We did our best,' Nekmon said. 'We thought we'd put him down for a good two years after that time. He became a damned phantom. And after he turned to selling weapons we would have had to deal with that little battalion he kept around him. You said yourself it was better to watch and wait.'
'Because I need that damned woman's body. I should have burned it and scattered the ashes to the four winds. I won't have it surface and spoil the sweet deal I have with Armandariz. I still need him. It's not every man who has an army at his command.'
'May I suggest that need may be obsolete? You have enough money to move your operations to another country.'
'Another country? Are you mad? Here I'm king. I take what I want and who I want. If I go to another country, I'm only considered a lowlife who must be crushed.' He smiled grimly. 'I do the crushing here. No one stands in my way.'
'Only a suggestion.'
'That's the trouble with you, Nekmon. You settle for the safe berth. That's why you'll always be working for a man like me.'
'There's only one Ramon Diaz. There's certainly no one like you.'
The asshole was flattering him, Diaz realized. Or maybe he was insulting him and thought he wouldn't catch the drift. Nekmon with his college education and his smooth ways was beginning
But not right now. He needed no change in the men around him while he was dealing with Montalvo. The bastard was getting too close.
'Should we send someone else to check out Duarte?' Nekmon asked.
'If you haven't heard from him, he's probably captured or dead. Can't you do any better than that?'
'There's a possibility I may be able to lure someone in Montalvo's camp over to us as an informant. I've been working on it for some time. He's been holding out for more money.'
'Then give it to him.' He frowned thoughtfully. 'My sending Aquila and Duarte to Montalvo may act as a trigger. He'll know that I suspect something is going to happen and am trying to find a way to dodge it. He may not realize that I know about Eve Duncan but it's going to put a burr under his tail to bring her that fucking skull.'
'If he doesn't have it already.'
'He doesn't have it. If he had it, he wouldn't have waited years to make a move. I've been watching him like a hawk since I found out he got that son of a bitch to dredge up her body.' His scowl deepened. 'That body is somewhere near here. I know it. That bastard didn't have a chance to get far before I found out he was dealing with Montalvo. No, Montalvo knows where she is but he hasn't got hold of her yet.'
He stood up and wandered over to the high arched window to look out at the rolling hills of coca lying before him. Such a sleepy, sunny scene. Nekmon would never know the thrill it gave him every time he stared up at those hills. There was more power invested in one of those fields of coca than most men would know in a lifetime of wheeling and dealing. The power to destroy, to twist minds, to lift a sucker to the heights and then take it away if it suited him. The fact that drugs had made him a very rich man was only secondary. It was the power that counted.
And he wasn't going to let Montalvo take one bit of that power away. He'd beaten him once. He'd beat him again.
'You're going to do nothing?' Nekmon asked.
Yes, he'd definitely have to replace Nekmon at the earliest opportunity. 'I didn't say that. You'll increase the surveillance of the compound. You'll make sure that the security here is tight.'
'And?'
He smiled. 'Why, we'll wait and watch and scoop him up when he tries to retrieve his beloved bride.'
The bedside clock read 6:35.
Eve shook her head to clear it of sleep. She'd slept as if she'd been drugged, not Joe. The moment her head had hit the pillow she'd been lost to the world.
The skull.
She swung her feet to the floor and headed for the bathroom. Montalvo had said that he'd be leaving at eight. She had to get downstairs right away. He might leave early and she had to-
She stopped short. Why was she in such a hurry? Why did she have this sense of urgency to see him before he left?
She slowly went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Her entire being was alert, wired, expectant.
Expecting what?
And then she knew.
