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another.”
The old man laughed a little as he said it.
“More entertaining than HBO,” said Sally Amoros.
“But seriously,” Jack said, “those are some dangerous guys. What if they come back? How will you deal with them?”
“Oh, positive energy forces, meditation . . . there are many ways, all of them nonviolent.”
“Yeah,” Jack said, “that's all fine. I have a lot of respect for nonviolence myself, but do the things you're advocating get through to the morons and the haters, the guys like Lucky who are born predators? I mean they see something, they take it if they can. Can people like that be influenced by . . . whatever you call them . . . good vibes?”
“A good question,” Alex said. “And one I don't take lightly. But at Blue Wolf we're working on much more than just good vibes. Come up and I'll give you a tour.”
“I'd like that very much,” Jack said.
He felt warmth toward the old man, and thought of his own dad.
“What are you doing down here, Jack?” Alex Williams asked.
Jack reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out the photo of Jennifer Wu, and handed it to him.
“I came down to see a friend, Michelle. She and her sister Jennifer were sightseeing the other day up in Taos and Jennifer disappeared. And the funny thing is, I was intending to come see you later today. Because Jennifer Wu works for you, as a nurse.”
“I know Jennifer,” Ellen Garcia said. “Terrific nurse.”
“So do I,” said Phillips. “Nice girl.”
“Yes, I've seen her around as well. Disappeared?” Williams asked. “What do you mean?”
“I don't know. Wandered off Or worse.”
“Kidnapped?”
“Possibly, yes.”
“You think Lucky Avila might have something to do with it?”
“I don't know,” Jack said. “But Jennifer's sister Michelle knows Lucky and they had a very unpleasant run-in a couple of days ago.”
“I see,” Alex said. “Well, he's a bad sort, no doubt. But I never heard anyone say he was into kidnapping. Anyway, I'll duplicate this photo and circulate it up at the resort. If she's anywhere near there, we'll find her.”
“I'd appreciate that.”
“Meanwhile, please come up and ask around if you want to. And you're more than welcome to use any of our facilities.”
“Thanks,” Jack said, and shook the older man's hand. Like Lucky, he was surprised by Alex's strength. The old man might have a lot of wrinkles, but he was still as strong as a man half his age.
Chapter Eleven
Phil sat in the apartment drinking his tequila, furious. The thing was, he wasn't some old guy. Hell, he was still in his forties. And he had made fifty mil in his business.
But now that he had the money, the sad thing was that his wife Dee Dee wanted younger men. Phil wished he had never started this swinger thing.
It had been fun for a while, sure. But now the bitch couldn't get off unless she had some new young guy in bed with her.
She craved, absolutely craved, sex with as many men as possible.
Now she was out fucking Ziko. Of course.
Well, two could play that game. He'd get himself down to the bar and see who he could round up.
Yeah, he'd find a hot new chick. There were some women who were more loyal, and some people who would think of a man in his forties as desirable.
Yes, sir.
She'd see, and in the end he would leave her and not give the bitch a dime.
He laughed and combed his hair straight back. Looked cool, like a young, prefat Brando.
Fuck feeling bad. What he needed was a little bar action.
Chapter Twelve
Though he felt guilty for interrupting Oscar's vacation, Jack called his partner at seven in the morning.
“Hey, amigo,” a sleepy Oscar said. “You having fun in Santa Fe?”
“Not exactly,” Jack said. “See, the case has taken a couple of weird twists, and it's more than one gringo cop can handle. Now if I had a really smart Latino to help me out down here, somebody I could trust . . .”
“I must be going deaf in my old age,” Oscar said. “I just had
The old man laughed a little as he said it.
“More entertaining than HBO,” said Sally Amoros.
“But seriously,” Jack said, “those are some dangerous guys. What if they come back? How will you deal with them?”
“Oh, positive energy forces, meditation . . . there are many ways, all of them nonviolent.”
“Yeah,” Jack said, “that's all fine. I have a lot of respect for nonviolence myself, but do the things you're advocating get through to the morons and the haters, the guys like Lucky who are born predators? I mean they see something, they take it if they can. Can people like that be influenced by . . . whatever you call them . . . good vibes?”
“A good question,” Alex said. “And one I don't take lightly. But at Blue Wolf we're working on much more than just good vibes. Come up and I'll give you a tour.”
“I'd like that very much,” Jack said.
He felt warmth toward the old man, and thought of his own dad.
“What are you doing down here, Jack?” Alex Williams asked.
Jack reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out the photo of Jennifer Wu, and handed it to him.
“I came down to see a friend, Michelle. She and her sister Jennifer were sightseeing the other day up in Taos and Jennifer disappeared. And the funny thing is, I was intending to come see you later today. Because Jennifer Wu works for you, as a nurse.”
“I know Jennifer,” Ellen Garcia said. “Terrific nurse.”
“So do I,” said Phillips. “Nice girl.”
“Yes, I've seen her around as well. Disappeared?” Williams asked. “What do you mean?”
“I don't know. Wandered off Or worse.”
“Kidnapped?”
“Possibly, yes.”
“You think Lucky Avila might have something to do with it?”
“I don't know,” Jack said. “But Jennifer's sister Michelle knows Lucky and they had a very unpleasant run-in a couple of days ago.”
“I see,” Alex said. “Well, he's a bad sort, no doubt. But I never heard anyone say he was into kidnapping. Anyway, I'll duplicate this photo and circulate it up at the resort. If she's anywhere near there, we'll find her.”
“I'd appreciate that.”
“Meanwhile, please come up and ask around if you want to. And you're more than welcome to use any of our facilities.”
“Thanks,” Jack said, and shook the older man's hand. Like Lucky, he was surprised by Alex's strength. The old man might have a lot of wrinkles, but he was still as strong as a man half his age.
Chapter Eleven
Phil sat in the apartment drinking his tequila, furious. The thing was, he wasn't some old guy. Hell, he was still in his forties. And he had made fifty mil in his business.
But now that he had the money, the sad thing was that his wife Dee Dee wanted younger men. Phil wished he had never started this swinger thing.
It had been fun for a while, sure. But now the bitch couldn't get off unless she had some new young guy in bed with her.
She craved, absolutely craved, sex with as many men as possible.
Now she was out fucking Ziko. Of course.
Well, two could play that game. He'd get himself down to the bar and see who he could round up.
Yeah, he'd find a hot new chick. There were some women who were more loyal, and some people who would think of a man in his forties as desirable.
Yes, sir.
She'd see, and in the end he would leave her and not give the bitch a dime.
He laughed and combed his hair straight back. Looked cool, like a young, prefat Brando.
Fuck feeling bad. What he needed was a little bar action.
Chapter Twelve
Though he felt guilty for interrupting Oscar's vacation, Jack called his partner at seven in the morning.
“Hey, amigo,” a sleepy Oscar said. “You having fun in Santa Fe?”
“Not exactly,” Jack said. “See, the case has taken a couple of weird twists, and it's more than one gringo cop can handle. Now if I had a really smart Latino to help me out down here, somebody I could trust . . .”
“I must be going deaf in my old age,” Oscar said. “I just had
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