He didnât want Antonio to feel any more threatened than he already did. âWeâve met a few times. I live next door to your grandparents.â
âJohn Howard saved us all,â Fred said. âHe ran those men off.â
âTheyâre still alive?â
âYeah, as far as we know.â
Antonio said, âThen all you really did was sign your death warrant, Señor Stark. Because they wonât stop now until theyâve killed you.â
C HAPTER E LEVEN
As the car roared through the night, Nacho Montez pounded the dashboard in frustration and ripped out curse after curse in Spanish. It was bad enough that they hadnât gotten their hands on Antonio, but to be chased off by some old gringo . . . it was a blow from which Nachoâs pride would be a long time recovering.
The only way to fix it was to kill the old man, to kill Antonio and his grandparents, to kill everybody in that whole damned retirement park if they had to.
âSettle down,â Jalisco said. âWe know where he is now. If he tries to leave weâll know it, and we can take care of him then.â
âWe donât know for sure heâs there,â Nacho said.
âIf he wasnât, his grandfather wouldnât have acted the way he did. Antonioâs there, all right. Thatâs why I called Señor Espantoso and asked him to have men watch the park all the time.â
Nacho drew in a deep breath. Jalisco was right, he told himself.
In the backseat, Chuckie groaned. He was starting to come around after being knocked out by the old gringo. He had a lot to be ashamed of, too, Nacho thought.
âIf Chuckie had just put those damned heads in the right place instead of across the streetââ
âHe got a little turned around,â Jalisco said. âIt can happen, especially in a place like that where so many of the houses look the same.â
The heads had been intended to send a message. A warning to Antonio that his grandparents would pay the price if his former friends were forced to hunt him down. He would hear about it and know that heâd better turn himself in.
Of course it hadnât worked out that way. Chuckie had left the heads at the wrong house . . . in a vegetable garden, of all things! Despite that, the grisly warning might have worked since it was right across the street from Antonioâs grandparentsâ home. Obviously, Antonio had been lying low all day and hadnât heard about it.
Then somebody, one of the many sets of eyes who worked for Señor Espantoso, had spotted him heading for the retirement park, and Nacho, Jalisco, and Chuckie had been sent to get him. After all, it was their fault he had gotten away in the first place. It was their responsibility to bring him in before he could do any damage.
Not that he could really hurt the cartelâs operation. It was too big for that now. Too many officials had been paid off, and too many people were scared. Antonio was just a minor annoyance, but he needed to be taken care of anyway.
Chuckie sat up in the backseat, muttering curses. After a moment, he said, âWhaâ happened? Whereâs Antonio? Didnât we get him?â
âNo, we didnât get him,â Nacho snapped at his dim-witted brother. âYou let some old man knock you out. Then he threatened us with a shotgun and made us put you back in the car.â
âWhy didnât you just shoot him?â Chuckie asked. He sounded genuinely puzzled.
âWe tried, you . . .â Nacho lapsed into cursing again.
âYou shouldnât talk to me like that,â Chuckie said. âIâm your brother.â
âDonât remind me!â
Jalisco looked at the rearview mirror and said, â Policia .â
Nacho twisted around in the passenger seat to look behind them. Flashing red and blue lights were coming up fast.
âIâm not surprised. That old gringo bastard blew out our taillights.â
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