off while passing his taxi. He began slowing down.
'Keep up!' Cupie said. 'Don't let him get away from you.'
'No, senor,' the man said. 'You don't want to fuck with these people in the black car.'
'Who the hell are they?'
The driver pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. 'No, senor; it is not worth my life.'
Cupie got out of the car, opened the driver's door, and, with his good arm, shoved him into the passenger seat. He slammed the door, put the car in gear and spun the tires.
Vittorio reached over the seat, grabbed the driver and pulled him into the backseat, then took his place. 'It's one of two things,' he said to Cupie. 'Either police or kidnappers.'
'Or both,' Cupie replied.
'That would be unfortunate,' Vittorio said.
'It would be right in line with our luck so far,' Cupie said. He was gaining on the black car.
Vittorio produced a pistol.
'Wait a minute,' Cupie said. 'We're not shooting at these people if they're wearing uniforms or carrying automatic weapons.'
'Or if there are too many of them,' Vittorio said. 'You can't drive and shoot at the same time.'
'Don't worry about me.'
BARBARA EAGLE LOOKED AHEAD of her taxi and saw a station wagon pull out into the road ahead of them and stop. 'Watch it!' she shouted at her driver, who was already slamming on brakes. As they skidded to a stop, a black Suburban with dark windows stopped next to them.
'Is kidnappers!' her driver shouted. He slammed the car into park and dove for the floor.
Barbara dug into her handbag. It was the bank, she thought immediately. Somebody at the bank told them how much money she had.
As if in slow motion the rear door of the Suburban opened, and a man with a gun came out of it. He yanked open the door of her taxi, yelling something in Spanish.
Barbara shot him in the face, and for a moment, everything was quiet. Then another man came around the back of the Suburban and ran toward her open door. She waited for a heartbeat, then put two bullets into him. He fell down, then half got up and scrambled behind the Suburban. Her little.25 automatic didn't have much stopping power.
Then another car skidded to a halt behind her taxi, and two men got out, firing, but not in her direction. She got down on the floor and waited. She had only three rounds left.
The firing continued for a moment, then there was the sound of the Suburban's engine roaring, then receding.
'Mrs. Eagle?' a man shouted. 'Barbara? Are you all right?'
CUPIE'S FIRST TWO SHOTS were fired straight through his own windshield, taking out the rear window of the Suburban, and he could see only a driver inside. Then a man clutching his gut struggled into the rear seat, screaming, and the Suburban took off. Vittorio was standing near another figure on the ground, kicking a gun away from him, yelling at Mrs. Eagle.
'It's all right, Mrs. Eagle,' Cupie yelled. 'They're gone; don't fire at us.'
She stuck her head out of the cab and looked at them. 'You!' she said.
'And you're damned lucky it's us,' Vittorio said. 'Give me that gun.' He yanked the little gun out of her hand and put it in his pocket, then grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her out of the cab. 'Get her bag, Cupie.' He hustled her into the backseat of their taxi, while Cupie retrieved her bag, got back into the taxi and executed a U- turn.
'Where are we going?' Barbara demanded.
'Away from here and just as fast as we can,' Cupie replied, stomping on the accelerator.
Fifteen
EAGLE WOKE UP WITH A JERK AND GRABBED THE CUSTOM built Terry Tussey.45 on the night table next to him. He had heard something outside.
The clock over the TV said 6:30 a.m. He got out of bed quickly, ran into his dressing room for some pants and shoes and grabbed his cell phone, in case he had to call the police. He went to one side of the drawn bedroom curtains and peeked outside. Nothing, nobody. He ran into the kitchen and looked out the kitchen windows. Still nobody. He went to the front door and looked out the little windows next to it. There was a man in the driveway, raking it: the groundsman, who came for two hours every day. He was early. The rake against the cobblestones was the sound Eagle had heard.
Eagle showered, with the gun close at hand, had breakfast, dressed and went to the office. Another twenty- four hours would pass before the hired killer would get out of jail, but he still watched his rearview mirror closely. He wished the Mercedes were armored.
Betty was already at her desk, munching a Danish and drinking coffee, when he arrived. She started to get up.
'Finish your breakfast,' he said, waving her down. He went into his office and read a copy of the will he had executed the day before. It still seemed satisfactory, and the original was locked in his safe, to which only he and Betty had the combination.
He worked through the morning, and around eleven, Wolf Willett called.
'Hi, you want to have lunch?'
'Let's do it here,' Eagle replied. 'We can order up from the restaurant downstairs. Twelve-thirty?'
'See you then.'
Betty buzzed him. 'I've got your witness for Joe Big Bear on the phone; he says he's coming home tomorrow morning.'
'Great.' Eagle picked up the phone. 'Mr. Cartwright?'
'That's me. This Mr. Eagle?'
'It is.'
'You're coming home tomorrow? What time?'
'I'll be there by lunchtime.'
'I want to schedule a hearing for tomorrow afternoon, so you can tell your story to the judge in the case. That all right with you?'
'Sure.'
Eagle asked him to go through his story, moment by moment, and was satisfied.
'My secretary will call and give you the time and courtroom number.'
'See you then.' The man hung up.
Eagle buzzed Betty. 'Call Judge O'Hara's clerk and ask for a hearing tomorrow after lunch. Tell him my witness will take minutes max, and maybe he'll recess a case and listen to us. If he agrees, call Bob Martinez and let him know.' Betty went to work.
WOLF WILLET SHOWED UP on time, and they sat at a table in the shade on Eagle's private terrace, while a waiter from downstairs served them.
'So, how's the search for Mrs. Eagle going?' Wolf asked.
'I've got two men on it; they'll have her shortly.'
'Are you going to do anything to her?'
'Not if she'll sign a settlement. I just want to be rid of her.' What he really wanted was her back in bed, which had always been her milieu.
Betty came out on the terrace with a cordless phone. 'It's Cupie Dalton,' she said, handing Eagle the phone.
