It might come to bullets this time instead of fists.
But before he confronted that, Puller wanted to check something else out.
He walked down the street, slipping past the Sierra, and nearly ran into a boy coming the other way. Puller caught him by the arm to keep him from falling.
“You okay?”
The boy’s small face was all bunched up in anger. He cursed at Puller.
“Can you tell me where Diego lives?”
He cursed at Puller again, the expletives coming out in a mishmash of English and Spanish.
Puller slipped a five-dollar bill out of his pocket. “You can either take this or a bar of soap in your mouth.”
The boy pointed down the street. “The blue one. On the second floor.”
Puller gave the boy the fiver and he ran off. The blue one meant the little building with the blue awning. It seemed to be a rooming house composed of two stories and what looked to be about eight rooms, four up, four down. There was a wraparound deck on the exterior of the building and Puller made his way up the stairs. He knocked on one door but there was no answer. He was about to knock on another one when the door opened and Diego stood there.
He looked up at Puller and right away Puller could tell something was wrong.
“What is it, Diego?”
There was movement over Diego’s shoulder and Puller was able to answer his own question.
Isabel was standing there with Mateo next to her. Her face was bruised and so was Mateo’s. Someone had used them for punching practice. Mateo was sniffling and coughing. Isabel said nothing. She just stared at Puller with unfriendly eyes.
But Diego said, “Isabel told me what happened. I want to thank you for helping her and Mateo.”
“Are they your brother and sister?”
“My cousins.”
Isabel stepped forward. “We all live with our grandmother.”
“Where is she?”
“Working,” said Diego. “At a restaurant on the water. The Clipper. She works in the kitchen.”
“As a cook?”
“No, as a cleaner,” said Isabel.
Puller motioned to their injured faces. “Who did that?”
“Who do you think?” said Isabel.
“I’m sorry but I had to step in, Isabel. I couldn’t just let them do that to you.”
“Why not? It’s happened before.”
“You’re not a
“Maybe
“No, you’re not,” said Puller. “It’s not a road you want to go down.”
“Oh, right. I’ll just go to college and become a doctor or something.”
“Why not?” asked Puller.
She looked at him pityingly. “What planet do you live on?”
“You are not a
Puller refocused on Diego. “Did you see the car?”
Diego looked over at Isabel, who was watching them closely. He stepped outside and closed the door.
“What happened to your and Isabel’s parents?” Puller asked.
Diego shrugged. “One day they were here and then the next day they weren’t. They might have gone back to El Salvador. I do not know.”
“Doesn’t your grandmother know what happened?”
“She does not say if she does.”
“And your parents would just leave you all here?”
“They must think this is better than to go back there. They wanted the best for us. Now I am the man of the house. I will take care of things.”
“Okay, I like your guts, but you’re still just a kid.”
“Maybe I am a kid, but I found your car.” He paused. “And you said there would be more money.”
“Did I?” But Puller had already pulled out a twenty. “Give me the details.”
Diego gave him the license plate number first.
“How’d you get that? It was covered up.”
“The men they have to eat, right? When they do, I take a rag and wipe the dirt off. Before they come back, I put the dirt back on.”
“Describe them to me.”
Diego did so.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Puller handed him the twenty bucks.
“Isabel and Mateo. Did someone come here and hurt them?”
Diego shook his head. “Not here or I would have looked like they do too, because I would have tried to stop them.”
“Tell me about the men I knocked out. Are they part of a gang?”
“They want to be, but they are so stupid that no one wants them. They run some drugs on their own, but nothing much. Then they hassle people. And get money for that. They are scum.” “Do they have friends?”
“Anyone here has friends, if they have the money to pay for them.” As he said this, Diego carefully folded up the twenty and placed it in his pocket.
“Think they’re waiting for me back at my place?”
Diego shrugged. “I think you must be very careful.”
“Thanks for your help.”
“I just do it for the money.”
“I admire your honesty.”
“Don’t trust anyone in Paradise, mister, including me.”
“At some point, Diego, you have to trust someone. You need any help, you can come to me.”
“If you are still alive, mister. We will see.”
“You can just call me Puller.”
“Okay, Puller.
“Yeah, you too.”
Puller walked off. Part of him was thinking about having to deal with the three stooges again, and possibly their paid help. But part of him was thinking about the descriptions that Diego had just given him of the two men in the Chrysler.
Lean, fit, buzz cuts. They fit the description of men who had the same employer he did.
The United States military.
CHAPTER 29
Puller walked to the Tahoe, climbed into the back, stretched out, and thought about what he had just learned.
If the guys in the Chrysler were former military, then that changed the balance of things. They might very well see through his disguise and change rides. They might be able to fire at him faster than he could fire back.
And if they were still in the military he wondered why they would be here following him.
