'Because he's dead?'
'Why don't you come here and see for yourself?'
'Tell me.'
He didn't answer for a moment. 'I don't like playing these games with you. He's not dead… yet. Neither are his wife and children.'
'His family? You were going to kill his family?'
'Ask Soldono what the punishment is for traitors among we savages here in the hills. One must have a deterrent to keep men from stepping over the line. Examples must be set.'
'Children?'
'No one knows better than you that children are far from sacred.'
'You son of a bitch.'
'I'll make you a bargain. You come and do my reconstruction and I'll forget about setting examples. I'll send Gonzales and his family away and forget they exist.'
'I couldn't trust you.'
'You can, you know. I keep my word.'
'Bullshit.'
'You're quite right. You don't know me. I'll have to give you something you want enough to take the risk. Let me see… Ah, I have it.' He was silent a moment. 'I hear a faint echo. Am I on speaker phone?'
'Yes.'
'Because you wanted Quinn to hear every word. Turn it off. This is just between you and me.'
'I'd only tell him what you said after you hang up.'
'It's possible. Why don't we see? Turn it off.'
Joe motioned for her to turn it off.
She picked up the phone and pressed the switch button. 'Talk. What are you going to offer me that I can't refuse?'
'What do you want most in the world? What drives you and haunts you?'
She found herself stiffening. 'I want answers, not questions.'
'You want one answer.' He paused and then said softly, 'Bonnie. It's all about Bonnie, isn't it?'
'I'm going to hang up.'
'No, you won't. Because there's no road you won't go down to find your Bonnie. Even one as murky as the one where I live. I'll be very brief. You want to find the remains of your daughter. You want to find her killer. The pervert they executed didn't kill her. You thought you'd found the true killer years ago but you're not sure. You couldn't prove it. I'll find your Bonnie for you. I'll find her killer. And if you want me to do it, I'll dispose of him for you so that you don't have to rely on the courts to
'You can't promise me that.'
'I can do it. I have a lot of strings I can pull and I know that criminal underbelly very well. I've been dealing with them ad nauseam of late. We strike a bargain and you get what you want. I get what I want.'
'I get lies. You get your reconstruction. I probably end up in a grave in the jungle.'
'That won't happen. I give you my word. But I can see how you might doubt my capability to do what I'm claiming. I can understand your skepticism.'
'I'd be crazy not to be skeptical.'
'When you refused the money, I thought it might come down to this so I started making plans. I thought I'd set up a test for myself to show you that I can do what I say.'
'A test?'
'The reconstruction you're working on. Have you finished it?'
'Yes.'
'Fax me a photo.'
'Why?'
'You want to know who he is and who killed him. I'll find out for you. I told you I had many contacts.'
'The police can find that out once they have the photo.'
'Will they try as hard as I will? Even after they know who it is, will they go after the killer with every means possible? I don't think so.'
She didn't think so either. The ratio of murderers found and convicted even after the bodies were identified was not that impressive. 'How would you do it?'
'Oh, I wouldn't murder anyone unless that's what you wanted. Intimidation. Bribery. Whatever it takes.' He paused. 'Send me the photo. What do you have to lose? You haven't committed. It's only a test to see if I can give you what you want. This is a freebie. The big pot of gold is at the end of the rainbow. I don't give you Bonnie until you do the reconstruction. I'll expect the photo within the next twenty-four hours.'
'You won't get it.'
'I think I will.'
'What if I don't send it? Is it going to affect what you do to Gonzales or Soldono?'
'Every action has a reaction. A lack of action can also cause events to change. Have you ever seen a time-travel movie where the hero changed the future simply by what he did or didn't do?'
'This isn't science fiction, this is real life.'
'The principle is the same.'
'You're not going to answer me.'
'Figure it out for yourself. It's a good idea for you to think about me, guess at my reactions. We need to get to know each other very well. We're going to become very close. You'll be given my fax number in the next few hours.' He hung up.
'What's the story?' Joe asked as she hung up the phone.
'He wants to make a trade.'
'The lives of Gonzales and his family for you to go down there? No way.' His gaze narrowed on her face. 'There's something more.'
'Yes.' She moistened her lips. 'He offered to prove he'd keep his word. A kind of test.'
'What kind of test?'
'Marty. He said he'd have someone find out who he was and who killed him if I'd send him a photo.'
'That could take years.'
She nodded. 'He said that he already had people in place to do the work but there's no way that he could-It's crazy.'
'Right. Then you won't be doing it. Call and tell him he's wasting his time.'
She was silent.
'Eve.'
'What could it hurt? I didn't promise anything and it might bring Marty home sooner.'
'Because he's drawing you closer and closer with every action he's taking. First that damn bloody head to shock and throw you off balance and then he offers you the promise of bringing that little boy home. The threat and then the stroking.'
