The Devil's bounty

Sixty-seven

Armando Hernandez took a slug of water from an Evian bottle, and offered some to Ty, who declined with a wave of his hand. They were in a conference room with long windows that looked out on to the avenue. Posters on the wall advised tourists to be cautious when they were out at night. Hernandez cleared his throat. ‘You and your buddy Lock think you just stumbled into the middle of this fucking mess and worked it all out while we were sitting round here like a bunch of hicks? Mendez was being left where he was for a reason.’

Ty didn’t like getting lectures, not from some college kid like Armando Hernandez, not from anyone. ‘And the girl was what exactly?’ he asked.

Hernandez rolled his neck. ‘No one saw that coming. Not the traffickers, not us, not anyone. In that regard, Mendez had been behaving himself. Anyway, she’s safe now.’

Fists clenched, Ty bit down on his lower lip. ‘And that’s it? She was raped. By a guy you knew was here. But, hey, you’re trying to bust these dudes so what’s a little collateral damage, right? I served, motherfucker, so I know how shit like this goes — people get thrown under the bus so that someone else can make a name for themselves. But don’t try and piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining. You assholes turned to look the other way. If it wasn’t for Ryan and me, she’d be hanging out at that ranch like a frickin’ pinata. Now, what you gonna do about finding my boy?’

‘You don’t even know where he is.’

Ty said nothing.

Hernandez walked over to the window and tapped the glass with the knuckle of his right index finger. ‘In case you haven’t noticed, Mr Johnson, we’re not in Kansas any more. Mexico is a sovereign state so we have to work with the local authorities.’

‘That’s a joke, right? The authorities here? They’re in on it.’

‘And what do you suggest? We call them up and tell them that? This entire situation is a mess and it’s way bigger than me or you or your buddy or some scumbag like Charlie Mendez.’ He gestured for Ty to sit back down.

‘I’ll stand,’ said Ty, irritated.

‘When you first spoke to me, you said that your buddy had Mendez and he’d be heading for the border. If they’re on foot there’s probably only a twenty-mile stretch either way where they’d be looking to cross. If we can find them and if they can make it even an inch on to American soil we can help, but the way things are right now, that’s the best we can do.’

‘If anyone can get across, Lock can,’ said Ty.

‘Then that’s good. Believe me, we want Mendez alive too. He’s the key to a lot of stuff. Now, what’s your plan, Mr Johnson?’

Ty looked out on to the avenue where cops were still massing. Right now the city was a symphony of sirens. The military were out too, along with the local police, the Federal Policia and numerous special units. Moments before there had been a stand-off between a small group of soldiers and some cops. Hernandez had explained that, after it had given up on certain sections of the civilian police as too corrupt even to attempt reform, the government had been using the military instead. But even that hadn’t been without its problems: members of Mexican special forces had been offered lavish amounts of money to work for the cartels. It was one massive pissing contest in which no one had any real way of knowing precisely where a lot of loyalties lay.

‘I go out there, I don’t stand much chance, do I?’ said Ty.

Hernandez folded his arms. ‘You stand no chance and we can’t protect you.’

‘Who are you going to have looking for them?’

‘Border Patrol for Lock. US Marshals for Mendez. We’re pulling some strings.’

‘What about Rafaela Carcharon?’ Ty asked.

‘We have people trying to contact her. From what you’ve said she could be an important intelligence resource. She comes in, we can help her out.’

‘You haven’t heard from her?’ Ty asked, with another glance at the window.

Hernandez seemed to read his mind. ‘One white knight out there is about our limit right now. You step outside the consulate, you’re on your own.’

Ty started towards the door. ‘Way I see it, we’ve been on our own from the jump.’

Hernandez got up, blocking his passage. ‘I already said, there’s a lot more to this.’

‘But you won’t share?’ Ty asked.

‘It’s not a question of won’t. I can’t.’