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his
phone was a map showing the location of the tracker—and that wasn't the same
thing as the money. Not by a long shot. The thought set off a nasty niggling
doubt in the back of his mind.
Alvarez straightened up
and put a massive hand on Dixie's shoulder and gave it a bone-crushing squeeze.
'And you can tell that old bastard Chico there's no hard feelings because he
thought I cheated him.'
Chapter 14
'I wondered why they
moved the money there,' Alvarez said to Miguel after Dixie and Crispy had left.
He had his feet up on the desk, his hands clasped behind his head, rocking
gently back and forth in his chair. 'Did you see the look on Dixie's face when
I asked him if he was accusing me of stealing it? I thought he was going to crap
himself.'
Miguel turned back from
the window where he'd been watching them drive off and laughed. He pulled a
chair up to the desk and sat on it backward. 'Looks like the woman stole it,
eh?'
'Looks that way.'
'She must have had
somebody else working with her.'
Alvarez nodded absently,
a distant smile on his lips. 'Probably. I wouldn't want to be in their shoes. Chico's an evil son of a bitch.'
'Do you think she's
working with Ricardo?'
Alvarez stopped rocking
and looked at Miguel, his eyes widening. Where the hell did that come from? 'What?
You think maybe the retard's trying to cheat his old man?'
Miguel shrugged. 'Who knows?
Everybody knows the kid hates the old man.'
'Do they? I didn't know
that.'
'Yeah. I think it's
something to do with Dixie as well.'
Alvarez raised an
eyebrow at that.
'There's something else
not right,' Miguel said.
Alvarez swung his feet
off the desk. They landed on the floor with a thump. A frown creased his
forehead.
'Did you see the tattoo
on his hand?' Miguel said.
'Who? Dixie?'
'Yeah.'
Alvarez shook his head.
'I don't think so. Why?'
'It's not like anything
else I've ever seen before. It's not a prison tat. Guys like him normally have 666 or AB or the number 12 —'
'That's Aryan
Brotherhood.'
Miguel nodded. 'That's
what I'm saying; it's not any of the normal white guy stuff—'
'So what is it?'
Miguel thought about it.
'It's like a triangle with a line across it and the number 29 underneath.' He picked a pen up off the desk and drew a picture. Alvarez looked
at the drawing.
'You're right, it's not
anything I've ever seen either. So what about it? The guy made up his own
tattoo.'
'It might not be
anything—'
'Just spit it out, for
Christ's sake.'
'—but, even though I've
never seen it before, I've heard about something that sounds like it.'
Not for the first time
Alvarez wondered if this was going anywhere. Miguel was a good man—if there was
any dismembering to be done, Miguel was the go-to guy—but he was also the sort
of guy who’d try to piss out a window without remembering to open it first.
'What did you hear?'
'It's just rumors. You
know. Rumors about a couple of guys who both had a tattoo that sounds just like
that.' He jabbed his finger at the drawing on the desk and told him what he'd
heard.
Chapter 15
The glass in Chico's hand exploded with a loud crack. He stared at his hand as if he didn't understand
what had just happened, then opened his fingers letting the shards of broken
glass fall to the floor. Tequila mingled with blood in his palm, the fiery,
stinging liquid seeking out the deepest cuts before dripping onto his pants. It
could have been water for all the pain he felt.
One of his men stepped
forward and offered a handkerchief but Chico shooed him away with a dismissive
flick of his hand, little droplets of blood and Tequila spraying across the
room. In his other hand the plastic case of his phone flexed and creaked in protest.
'What the hell was
that?' Alvarez said on the other end of the line.
'It's nothing,' Chico snapped. 'I broke a glass. Are you sure about this?' He extended his arm over his
desk and curled his fingers into a fist, clenching hard like he was
phone was a map showing the location of the tracker—and that wasn't the same
thing as the money. Not by a long shot. The thought set off a nasty niggling
doubt in the back of his mind.
Alvarez straightened up
and put a massive hand on Dixie's shoulder and gave it a bone-crushing squeeze.
'And you can tell that old bastard Chico there's no hard feelings because he
thought I cheated him.'
Chapter 14
'I wondered why they
moved the money there,' Alvarez said to Miguel after Dixie and Crispy had left.
He had his feet up on the desk, his hands clasped behind his head, rocking
gently back and forth in his chair. 'Did you see the look on Dixie's face when
I asked him if he was accusing me of stealing it? I thought he was going to crap
himself.'
Miguel turned back from
the window where he'd been watching them drive off and laughed. He pulled a
chair up to the desk and sat on it backward. 'Looks like the woman stole it,
eh?'
'Looks that way.'
'She must have had
somebody else working with her.'
Alvarez nodded absently,
a distant smile on his lips. 'Probably. I wouldn't want to be in their shoes. Chico's an evil son of a bitch.'
'Do you think she's
working with Ricardo?'
Alvarez stopped rocking
and looked at Miguel, his eyes widening. Where the hell did that come from? 'What?
You think maybe the retard's trying to cheat his old man?'
Miguel shrugged. 'Who knows?
Everybody knows the kid hates the old man.'
'Do they? I didn't know
that.'
'Yeah. I think it's
something to do with Dixie as well.'
Alvarez raised an
eyebrow at that.
'There's something else
not right,' Miguel said.
Alvarez swung his feet
off the desk. They landed on the floor with a thump. A frown creased his
forehead.
'Did you see the tattoo
on his hand?' Miguel said.
'Who? Dixie?'
'Yeah.'
Alvarez shook his head.
'I don't think so. Why?'
'It's not like anything
else I've ever seen before. It's not a prison tat. Guys like him normally have 666 or AB or the number 12 —'
'That's Aryan
Brotherhood.'
Miguel nodded. 'That's
what I'm saying; it's not any of the normal white guy stuff—'
'So what is it?'
Miguel thought about it.
'It's like a triangle with a line across it and the number 29 underneath.' He picked a pen up off the desk and drew a picture. Alvarez looked
at the drawing.
'You're right, it's not
anything I've ever seen either. So what about it? The guy made up his own
tattoo.'
'It might not be
anything—'
'Just spit it out, for
Christ's sake.'
'—but, even though I've
never seen it before, I've heard about something that sounds like it.'
Not for the first time
Alvarez wondered if this was going anywhere. Miguel was a good man—if there was
any dismembering to be done, Miguel was the go-to guy—but he was also the sort
of guy who’d try to piss out a window without remembering to open it first.
'What did you hear?'
'It's just rumors. You
know. Rumors about a couple of guys who both had a tattoo that sounds just like
that.' He jabbed his finger at the drawing on the desk and told him what he'd
heard.
Chapter 15
The glass in Chico's hand exploded with a loud crack. He stared at his hand as if he didn't understand
what had just happened, then opened his fingers letting the shards of broken
glass fall to the floor. Tequila mingled with blood in his palm, the fiery,
stinging liquid seeking out the deepest cuts before dripping onto his pants. It
could have been water for all the pain he felt.
One of his men stepped
forward and offered a handkerchief but Chico shooed him away with a dismissive
flick of his hand, little droplets of blood and Tequila spraying across the
room. In his other hand the plastic case of his phone flexed and creaked in protest.
'What the hell was
that?' Alvarez said on the other end of the line.
'It's nothing,' Chico snapped. 'I broke a glass. Are you sure about this?' He extended his arm over his
desk and curled his fingers into a fist, clenching hard like he was
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