doing?â Stark asked, mildly curious.
âHeâs still in the hospital. Ought to be able to go home in another day or two, his daddy said. Bert Frazierâthatâs Andyâs daddyâstopped by here for coffee a while ago on his way to work. Heâs a guard out at the prison, you know. Good fella. Used to be a cop. Heâd been by the hospital to see his boy.â
âWell, Iâm glad to hear the youngsterâs doing as well as can be expected.â
âYeah, heâll be all right. Done for the year, though, as far as playinâ football. Thatâll hurt his chances of gettinâ a good scholarship. Tough break.â The old man grunted. âNo pun intended.â
Stark smiled and drank some of his coffee.
The waitress brought his food a minute later, and he dug in with enjoyment. The talkative old-timer let him eat a while, then asked, âYou ainât from around here, are you, mister?â
âNo, just visiting,â Stark said.
âThought so. I know just about everybody in town. Ainât hard for me to pick out a stranger . . . and the townâs full of âem this morninâ, let me tell you.â
âIt is?â Stark said with a slight frown.
âYep. Seen some of âem down at the grocery store parkinâ lot and here and there around town. Funny-lookinâ fellas, too. Thought at first they was Mexicans, cominâ in for some sort oâ construction project, but I ainât so sure about that. Looked to me like they might be some other kind oâ foreigner.â
That was odd, Stark mused. His first thought at hearing the old manâs words had been a worry that cartel soldiers might be moving into the town for some reason. The whole area had had so much trouble with drug smugglers, with the problem continuing to grow worse over the past decade because of budget cuts and what passed for immigration reform to Democratic politicians, and Starkâs personal history included so many violent clashes with the cartel that it was natural his thoughts would turn in that direction.
But then the old-timer had said that he thought the men heâd seen werenât Hispanic. What did that leave?
Middle Eastern, Stark thought as his frown deepened.
Alarm bells went off in the back of his head.
He finished his food, then asked the waitress, âWhereâs the police department?â
She looked surprised as she asked, âSomething wrong with the food?â
âWhat? Oh, no.â Stark laughed and shook his head. âThe food was great. Perfect. Wonderful bacon. No, I need to talk to somebody about something that doesnât have anything to do with the food.â
She blew out a mock sigh of relief and said, âThatâs good to hear. The police departmentâs a couple of blocks up Main, on the other side of the street.â
Stark nodded and said, âYeah, I think remember seeing it when I was walking around town yesterday.â
âYou probably wonât find anybody there but the dispatcher, though,â the waitress told him. âAnd thereâll only be one officer on patrol on a Sunday morning like this.â
âWell, it probably doesnât amount to anything,â Stark said. âI just want to check on something.â
âAll right, hon. Hope it works out for you.â
Stark paid his check, nodded, said so long to the old-timer heâd been talking to, and left the café. He walked back over to the motel, and as he did, he saw a couple of men striding quickly from one of the units to another.
With their dark hair and skin, they could have been taken for Hispanic, all right, he thought. But like the old man in the café, he didnât think they were.
Instead of going to his room, Stark got into his pickup and started it. He backed out of the space and pulled from the parking lot onto Main Street. It took him less than a minute to reach the Fuego Police
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