Short Straw

Fifty-six

EAGLE GRABBED A JACKET AND A FILE CONTAINING MORE copies of the divorce settlement. He walked into the bathroom, where Susannah was putting on her makeup.

"I'm sorry, but I have to fly to Tijuana. It's to do with Barbara, and I hope we can wrap this up tonight. Do you mind dining alone?"

"Not at all," she replied. "You go ahead. Will you be back tonight?"

"Yes," he replied, "with any luck at all."

EAGLE PICKED UP the phone and called Cupie Dalton. "Hello?"

"Cupie, it's Ed Eagle."

"Good evening."

"I have to fly to Tijuana right now to get the divorce settlement papers signed. Will you come with me for support?"

"Sure."

"How soon can you be at Supermarine, at Santa Monica Airport?"

"Ten minutes."

"See you there." He hung up and headed for the parking lot. From the car Eagle phoned Supermarine and asked that his airplane be ready, then he called Flight Services and filed an international flight plan for Tijuana. His insurance policy already covered flights to Mexico. Then he made one more phone call. Half an hour later, he and Cupie were in the air.

VITTORIO AND BIRGIT LEFT La Reserve and headed south toward the border. Vittorio's mind was racing, thinking ahead, trying to plan. Barbara was a very slippery lady, and he was determined to keep her from slipping through his fingers this time. Birgit sat quietly beside him.

At the border he chatted briefly with the guards, then was allowed to drive through. He had not wanted to cross the border armed, so he had not brought a weapon.

BARBARA AND JIMMY were shown to a table on the upstairs terrace, facing the sea. They sat down, ordered margaritas and gazed at the remnants of the sunset over the Pacific.

"So," Jimmy said, "what are your plans, now that you're divorced?"

"I'm not exactly divorced yet," she said. "But soon."

"Say, did you see the news on TV about the murders at the Bel-Air last night?"

"No, I haven't looked at a TV all day," she lied. "Who was murdered?"

"The police hadn't released a name when I saw the report, but there were shots of two corpses being wheeled out of the hotel. Jesus, we were just there last evening!"

Barbara smiled. "What I remember about last evening was a lovely dinner and the best night I ever spent in bed," she said. "I'll never forget it."

"Neither will I," Jimmy replied. "Not any detail." He raised his glass. "Let's drink to that."

They touched glasses. Barbara's mind raced ahead. She'd stay at La Reserve for another week or two, then she'd call the insurance company, get the forms signed and claim four million dollars in insurance money. Once that was in the bank, she'd take the copy of Eagle's will in her bag to Santa Fe and file for probate. She doubted very much if he'd bothered to change it yet. Then she'd move in to Eagle's house, throw out the furniture and start over. She'd always loved Santa Fe, and now she could settle down there on her own terms. Even if he had changed his will, she could fight it. After all, as his undivorced widow, she was entitled to a big chunk of his estate.

VITTORIO, following Birgit's instructions, drove west from Tijuana, then along the coast road. A mile or two further, the restaurant appeared, a large building on the beach.

"Tell me the layout of the place," he said to Brigit.

"The bar is being downstairs, and the dining room is being upstairs. There's a balcony to overlook the sea. I suggest to Barbara this is the best place for tables."

As Vittorio pulled up in front of the restaurant, his cell phone vibrated.

"Hello?"

"It's Eagle; I'm leaving the airport in a cab now, and Cupie Dalton is with me. Where are you?"

"I've just arrived at the restaurant," Vittorio replied.

"Don't go in until I get there," Eagle said. "The driver says it will be less than twenty minutes."

"As you wish, Mr. Eagle." Vittorio hung up.

"Who was this?" Birgit asked.

"My client."

"What is the work you do?"

"I'm a private investigator, and I'm working for Barbara's husband. She stole some money from him and tried to have him killed."

"I don't believe this," Birgit said.

"Birgit, last night, Barbara went to the Hotel Bel-Air in Los Angeles and murdered two people in the suite next door to her husband, thinking she was killing him."

Birgit looked shocked.

"She's also wanted by the police in Mexico for cutting off a man's penis."

Birgit's jaw had dropped now. "A perfectly good penis?"

"A perfectly good penis."

"Is a waste."

"Well, yes."

"What will you do here? You will kill Barbara? I don't want this."

"No, I will not kill her. I don't even have a gun." He showed her the file folder. "I will just get her to sign these documents, then I will be done with her, and we can have a good dinner."

"This is all?"

"I promise you, I will not harm her."

"Why are we not going inside, then?"

"I'm waiting for Ed Eagle, her husband, to arrive. He will be here shortly, and five minutes after that, it will all be over."

"You are promising?"

"I am promising."

Vittorio looked around but didn't see anyone else. There should be people here. He punched a number into his cell phone.

"Si?"

"This is Vittorio. I am at the restaurant; where are you?"

"Coming to Tijuana now. I will be thirty minutes, I think."

"When you arrive, wait in her car. I don't want to make a scene inside, and it will be best to take her when she leaves the restaurant."

"As you wish, Vittorio."

Vittorio hung up.

"And who was that?" Birgit asked.

"A friend," Vittorio replied.