the only ones with a little leisure time.' He smiled. 'Would you like a midnight snack? I'll send for a tray.'
'Are you sure you haven't been told to keep an ailing man from being bored?'
'Who would tell me? I take orders from Venable. I'm afraid he doesn't think you of enough importance to waste my time.'
'Ah, what a blow to my ego,' Miguel said. 'And I was considering leaving the Colonel and going to Venable and asking for a job. Don't you think I'd make a fine CIA agent?'
'I think you're pulling my leg. What do you want to eat?'
'The Colonel is feeding me steaks to replenish my blood supply.' His smile faded. 'I hear I must thank you for donating blood to me.'
'It was nothing. I would have done it for anyone.'
'But I was the one in need,' Miguel said. 'I don't like to be in need. It hurts my pride. I've never felt more helpless in my life than when I was being nailed to that cross.'
'You don't want to think about that, Miguel.'
'But I do think about it. I can't get it out of my head. The spikes being driven into my hands and all the time Diaz standing above me and gazing down at me and smiling. It was nothing to him. He acted as if he did this every day of his life. So casual. He even took a phone call while he watched them do that to me.'
Soldono leaned back in the chair. 'Oh?'
'He probably thought I was in too much pain to pay any attention to what he was doing. He didn't realize how every sound, every sight, was magnified, and recorded in my mind. With every pound of that hammer…'
'I'm with Diaz. You must be remarkable, Miguel. I wouldn't think you'd be able to concentrate on anything but what was happening to you.'
'What a curious coincidence that you'd use that phrase.'
'What phrase?'
'You said, 'I'm with Diaz.'' He smiled. 'And you are with Diaz, Soldono. You were the one on the phone with the bastard that night.'
Soldono stiffened warily. 'You're crazy.'
'No, he used your name. Just once. He said, 'Are you sure, Soldono?' You must have been telling him about Eve going to Armandariz's camp.'
'Nonsense. You were delirious with pain.'
'No. You're his mole in this camp. How long have you been in his pay?'
'You're nuts. It was Destando who was in Diaz's pay. For God's sake, Montalvo shot the bastard.'
'No, he wanted you to think he had shot him so that you wouldn't realize we suspected you. Destando has been lying low all day on the Colonel's orders. How long has Diaz had you in his pocket?'
Soldono didn't answer.
'How long, Soldono?' Miguel asked softly.
He was silent a moment and then shrugged. 'Not long. He wouldn't meet my price. It wasn't until lately that he was desperate enough to make it worth my while.' Soldono's gaze was cold. 'And you're a fool to confront me like this when you're helpless in bed. You must know I have to kill you.'
'To protect your interests with Diaz?'
'Diaz will need me as long as I have contacts with the Agency. I have to maintain those contacts. When I leave the Agency, I'm going to go home and fake a terrific windfall on the stock market. None of this living in the jungle like an animal for me. I'll have a grand horse farm in Kentucky and be respected.' His eyes narrowed. 'So Montalvo knows?'
'Definitely.'
'Then I think after I leave here, I'll have to go and take care of him. The library, you said?'
'That's what I said.' Miguel watched him reach in his pocket and draw out a gun and point it at him. 'You'd really shoot an unarmed man?'
Soldono's lips twisted. 'I really would.'
'That's what I thought.' Miguel's forefinger pressed the trigger of the sawed-off shotgun he was cradling beneath the sheet. The sheet was blown off Miguel by the force of the blast.
And Soldono's head was blown off his body.
'Are you hiding from me?' Diaz asked mockingly as he peered at the dark pews. 'You were very brave a few minutes ago, whore. Where is that courage now?'
He began to go slowly down the aisle, shining the flashlight on either side. 'Are you praying in my fine church? It won't do you any good. You'll be dead in a few minutes. Did you see the sky when the helicopter blew? Do you think when you join Quinn in the afterlife that he'll forgive you for betraying him with another man? He tried to tell me that he didn't believe me, but a man always believes a woman will fuck an- other man given the chance.' He stopped, frowning. 'Come out, bitch. I'm getting impatient and you don't want to-'
'You're not the only one who's impatient.'
Diaz froze. He whirled to stare at the man standing in the doorway. 'Montalvo?'
'Who else?' He melted to the side so he wasn't silhouetted against the door. 'Are you ready to die? You asked Eve if she was praying. It wouldn't do you any good to pray. You're so steeped in foulness that even Satan wouldn't take you.'
Diaz got off a shot as he dropped behind one of the pews.
'Missed.'
He could hear Montalvo moving to the left.
He fired again.
'Missed again. You've spent too much time in that castle counting drug money,' Montalvo said. 'There's an art to cat and mouse. I learned it in the army.' He paused. 'So did Nalia.'
Montalvo's voice seemed lower and to the right, Diaz judged. Make him keep talking until he could zero in on him. 'That whore was no challenge to me. I gathered her up and crushed her. Alive or dead she's nothing. I have her head right here.'
'You're wrong.' It was Eve's voice from far across the room. 'Nalia may be dead, but she's the one who trapped you tonight.'
'I told you not to be in the church when I got here, Eve,' Montalvo said roughly. 'Now get the hell out of here.'
'I had to be sure,' Eve said. 'I didn't see you at the tomb. I wasn't sure you'd made it.'
'Tomb,' Diaz repeated.
'Your mother's tomb,' Montalvo said. 'I made it here earlier this evening and jimmied the lock. I thought she wouldn't mind if it meant you were disposed of like the garbage you are.'
Diaz began cursing. That bitch mother was trying to destroy him even from beyond the grave. No, he mustn't lose control. He was still master here. Soon his men would be pouring into the church and killing these vermin. He started crawling toward the door.
The floor shook as an explosion rocked the earth!
'What the hell?'
'It's your splendid castle, the center of your universe,' Montalvo said. 'Or at least it was. That blast should have turned it into rubble. By the sound of the explosion, Galen and Quinn did a good job of planting that dynamite.'
