The Arraignment (47 page)

“Joyce says Jamaile owned one piece of property. The land under the old Capri Hotel.”

I stand there for a moment, my eyes on the slip of paper, weary, unable to focus. I start to walk slowly down the path, thinking Nick owned Jamaile and Jamaile owned the Capri, the greasy spoon downtown where we had coffee that morning.

I look up and step a little closer to the bushes on one side as I walk. What does it mean? None of it makes any sense. If Nick owned a chunk of land downtown, why didn’t Dana know about it, or Margaret in the divorce? Nick was broke. What was he doing looking at empty offices in San Francisco and New York, dealing with Metz and the Ibarra
brothers to broker a piece of history worth millions? Certainly he would get a fee, but . . .

Suddenly I stop. My heart skips. I turn and start to walk quickly in the other direction. A few steps and I start to run, looking back over my shoulder, headlong down the path.

The broken branch pointing the way to the package is just ahead, when he steps out from the green foliage on the other side of the path ten feet in front of me. Adam is holding a pistol pointed at me.

“Where are you going in such a rush?”

I stop, look at him breathing heavily, then bend and put my hands on my knees to catch my breath.

“And here I thought you were coming to save me,” he says.

“You killed them. Nick, Metz, Espinoza, Julio.”

“No. No. There you go, jumping to conclusions. Actually I didn’t have anything to do with Espinoza. I didn’t even know about him until you told me. In fact the sheer volume of things I didn’t know overwhelms me.

“And as for Nick and Metz, I didn’t pull the trigger if it makes you feel any better. Though you could say I did set matters in motion. Some people out of Tijuana actually. The world has become an awful place. For enough money they don’t even want to know who you are. I have to say they did a better job than the two idiots in the airplane. I didn’t like that whole idea, but they insisted. By the way, if you don’t mind my asking, how’s Harry?”

“He’s going to be fine.”

“I see. That could be a problem. You see, I couldn’t be sure how much he knew, so I thought it would be best if he were invited to join us.

“You actually came here thinking you were going to meet the two brothers. I must say I did a bang-up job in a short period of time. You like the outfit?” His clothes are covered in dirt, one knee is torn out of his pants, and there’s a bruise on the side of his face.

“All part of the preparations,” he says. “You can imagine my panic when Harry dropped that bit about Nick’s
handheld computer over dinner. We probably would all be getting on the plane about now, flying back to San Diego if I hadn’t heard that.”

“Why?”

“Why don’t you turn around get down on your knees? Now,” he says.

I do it.

“That’s it. Now put your hands out in front of you on the ground and lie down. Spread your arms and your legs and don’t move. That’s good.”

Adam steps forward, presses the muzzle of the pistol into the small of my back, and starts patting me down.

“Hell, I couldn’t be sure what was in Nick’s little computer. And you kept keeping secrets from me.”

He feels along my side, the small of my back, then the other side. “God knows what other little morsels you know that I don’t. It wouldn’t do to get us all home and have the police suddenly find some piece left behind by Nick that sends their magnetic dial pointing in my direction.”

He feels up and down both legs and then steps back. “You can get up now.”

I get to my feet.

“Tell me, is that the thing over there? This Mejicano Rosen. I saw you put the package behind the rocks and break the branch. I was going to follow you, and then I heard you coming back.”

“Why don’t you look?”

“I don’t think so. You’re a little too anxious. What is it, tear gas? Something to stun whoever opens it? Don’t tell me Pablo Ibarra actually had the stuff?”

“Actually no.”

“I’m dying to know. What is it? I don’t mean the package. I mean this Rosen thing?”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t have the foggiest.”

“Then why did you write the note telling me to bring it?”

“I had to have some reason to get you here. I mean it would have looked a little funny if I’d sent a note from the
brothers just telling you to come here and pick up Mr. Tolt. But I have to say curiosity is killing me. Why don’t we walk while we talk,” he says. “It’s not far. Besides it puts a little more distance between us and anybody you might have brought along. You did bring someone along?”

I don’t answer him. We start down the path, Adam behind me with the pistol six or seven feet, judging by the sound of his voice.

“So this Rosen thing. Something Nick wanted?”

“It looks that way.”

“What?”

“An ancient text of the Mayan language.”

He laughs. “You have to be kidding. Nick? What was he going to do with it, sell it?”

“Actually he was going to trade it.”

“For what?”

“For a height variance on a piece of real estate he owned.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Yeah and I’m afraid you don’t have that much time.”

We walk for several minutes until we come to a clearing in the jungle dominated by a huge mound of stone, a pyramid eroded on the edges by time and weather. Facing us is a steep set of stairs rising all the way to the top, capped by what appears to be a small stone structure.

“I hope you brought your climbing shoes. Go on.”

We cross the clearing and I start up the steps. They are steep and there is nothing small about them. Most have a rise of two feet or more and a narrow tread, with nothing to hang onto except the steps above.

Leaning forward, we climb hand over hand. I have my hands on the stairs two or three above where my feet are. Adam manages to keep his gun hand free, with the muzzle pointed at me. For someone in his sixties, he has amazing dexterity.

The humidity off the jungle floor is beginning to heat up as the sun rises. It is light now, and as we climb I can see the
top of the jungle canopy laid out like a green blanket all around us with mauve-colored peaks jutting through it in several places, the remnants of Mayan architecture stripped of their jungle cover.

“So what’s it going to be, a shot to the back of the head like Julio, or will it be an accident this time?”

“I thought we could decide that when we get to the top.”

“That’s a little dicey, isn’t it? When they find my body, either with a bullet in it or at the bottom, and you up at the top, the Mexican authorities may be asking you some pointed questions.”

“Of course they will. And I’ll have all the answers. How the Ibarra brothers held me hostage, without food and water. You like my costume? How they beat me, trying to find out about this Rosen thing. The fact that I knew nothing about it. After they shot you, or you went off the edge depending on how you want to do it, seeing as I’m flexible, the brothers, or more likely their hired guns, panicked and left me up there. It’s a harrowing story,” he says. “Of course, blindfolded I wasn’t able to see a thing. I’ve taken the liberty. The blindfold’s in my pocket, along with a little duct tape for my hands and feet. I don’t even have to tie any knots, just rub a little dirt into the tape and twist my wrists a bit like I’ve been struggling to get free. I think that should satisfy them.”

Adam’s got it all figured.

“Did you know it’s the highest Mayan pyramid on the Yucatán Peninsula?”

“I’m honored.”

“Actually if you look over there.” He gestures with the pistol. “Just off the stairs to your right, it’s more of a cliff.”

“I can see that.”

“I thought that would be a good place for us. They call this the Nohoch Mul. The big mound. According to the book, it’s a hundred and thirty-six feet high. Twelve stories. One hundred and twenty steps.”

“Maybe we could start over and I could count them.”

“I don’t think so. Just keep going.”

Tolt constantly maintains his distance, always two or
three large stone steps below me, just out of kicking distance.

“I assume you brought help? Let me guess, Herman?”

I nod.

He laughs. “That man is an absolute pain in the ass. Always smiling through that damn chipped tooth. Though I have to admit he did give me the idea for disarming Julio.”

“Herman’s pretty upset about that.”

“Yeah I suppose they were pretty close.”

“Why did you have to kill him?”

“I had to have something to demonstrate the violence of these people, their desperation in dealing with you.”

“Shooting up the hotel pool wasn’t enough?”

“Well, they weren’t just going to snatch me and leave my bodyguards, were they?”

“What did you do with the rest of Julio’s people?”

“I made an executive decision. I called Julio that morning, before you and Harry got up, and told him that I wanted him to go up to the condo and to stay there until I came up. When I left the pool later in the morning to make my urgent phone call, I grabbed his man in the lobby and we both took a cab up to the condo. I’d already trashed my room before I came down. At the condo, I told Julio to send the rest of his men back to Mexico City, that we wouldn’t be needing them. Of course, he was happy to comply. He figured the job was over.”

He stops for a second, wipes his brow with the bottom of his shirt. “It’s getting warm. Anyway they packed their bags and ten minutes later Julio’s people were gone. I told Julio to take me back to the hotel. He got in the front seat. I got in the back, and I asked him for his gun.”

“Just like that?”

“No. I told him I didn’t want any more gunplay of the kind that Herman had engaged in the day before when he damn near got us shot. Pulling his pistol out like that was stupid. Julio agreed. The fact was, he was still stinging from the ass-chewing I’d given him in the car the day
before. He just handed it over. It’s the thing about authority. Most people never question it.”

“Except people like Nick, is that it?”

“Well, I didn’t spend thirty years building the firm to have Nick Rush come along and tear the whole thing apart. He was out talking to my partners, making them offers, telling them he was going to come up with cash to capitalize a new firm with offices in every city. What would you do?”

“I wouldn’t have killed him.”

“Well, you’re younger than I am. You have some years ahead of you yet. I wasn’t looking forward to a solo practice or sitting on a porch somewhere in a rocking chair. I had a name, a reputation. I’d built something. People in politics, entertainment, business, the people who count, they know the name of Adam Tolt.”

“Is that it? Your identity was caught up in it?”

“Damn right. After all is said and done, what else have we got?”

Adam’s life was the firm. He knew that without it people wouldn’t return his phone calls, blue ribbon committees wouldn’t ask him to serve, politicians wouldn’t go out of their way to cross a crowded room to shake his hand. And to Adam those were the things that made life worth living, that and the private jet and high-rise corner office overlooking the bay. People have killed for a lot less.

“Who else came along besides Herman? Don’t tell me it’s just the two of you?”

“A few others.”

“I knew you would bring backup.” We’re getting near the top. He stops to take a breather, so I stop too. “No, no, you just keep moving. I’ll be right behind you.”

He takes off his hat and wipes his brow with the brim. “Of course, they would all be slinking around in the bushes about a half mile from here. Over there, I think.” He glances off to his left, keeping the gun pointed at me.

“Yeah, if you look you can see it. Get up there a little ways ahead, I’ll let you take a look. That’s it.” He shuffles
to his right, so that I remain in his line of sight as he looks over his left shoulder.

“See that little building poking up through the jungle? What was the name again, something about a door?”

“The Doorway to the Temple of Inscriptions.”

“That’s it. I think that’s it. Coming by the trails on foot, it would take them at least ten, fifteen minutes to get here. By then, I’m gonna be long gone. I’ll bet they briefed you on that area until you knew every pebble on the ground.”

I don’t answer him.

“It took me a while, digging around in a bookstore after I shot Julio, to find a map of this place with names of the ruins so I’d know where to send them while I dealt with you.”

“That was a nice touch, Adam.”

“I thought so.” We continue climbing. “One thing I do need to know,” he says. “Where exactly is Nick’s little handheld?”

“You don’t really expect me to tell you?”

“I suppose I could look for it myself. You said it was in your office last time we talked. Which reminds me, how much does Harry know about all this?”

“Nothing. Harry doesn’t know a thing.”

“Now, you know that’s not true. He knew about the handheld. I wish I could believe you, but you’re just a constant disappointment. This is getting entirely too violent. Still I suppose people do die of infections and accidents in hospitals.”

I reach the top of the pyramid.

Adam stops on the steps below me.

My body is covered in sweat. Breathing through my mouth, my throat is parched. The sun is now hitting us on an angle out of the eastern sky, beginning to heat the stones, reflecting off the rock around us. Through the canopy from the jungle floor, steam clouds drift up like inverted cones of smoke.

In front of me centered on the top platform is a rectangular stone structure with a single door. The interior is lost
in shadows. Carved into the exterior near the top of the corner stones at the level of the roof are two human figures suspended upside down.

“Step over there.”

I look at Adam. He gestures with the gun, toward my left as I face him. He is breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his chin, his shirt soaked through.

Ten or twelve feet away, the stairs disappear and it’s a sheer drop with a small ledge about halfway down.

I move toward it.