theyhaddoneawonderfuljobonhiminmexicocity,butwhynot?theirdoctors,technicians,hospitals,painters,architectsareasgoodasours.sometimesalittlebetter.amexicancopinventedtheparaffintestforpowdernitrates.theycouldn’tmaketerry’sfaceperfect,buttheyhaddoneplenty.theyhadevenchangedhisnose,takenoutsomeboneandmadeitlookflatter,lessnordic.theycouldn’teliminateeverytraceofascar,sotheyhadputacoupleontheothersideofhisfacetoo.knifescarsarenotuncommoninlatincountries.
“theyevendidanervegraftuphere,”hesaid,andtouchedwhathadbeenthebadsideofhisface.
“howclosedidicome?”
“closeenough.afewdetailswrong,buttheyarenotimportant.itwasaquickdealandsomeofitwasimprovisedandididn’tknowmyselfjustwhatwasgoingtohappen.iwastoldtodocertainthingsandtoleaveacleartrail.mendydidn’tlikemywritingtoyou,butiheldoutforthat.heundersoldyoualittle.henevernoticedthebitaboutthemailbox.”
“youknowwhokilledsylvia?”
hedidn’tanswermedirectly.“it’sprettytoughtoturnawomaninformurder—evenifshenevermeantmuchtoyou.”
“it’satoughworld.washarlanpotterinonallthis?”
hesmiledagain.“wouldhebelikelytoletanyoneknowthat?myguessisnot.myguessishethinksiamdead.whowouldtellhimotherwise—unlessyoudid?”
“whati’dtellhimyoucouldfoldintoabladeofgrass.how’smendythesedays—orishe?”
“he’sdoingallright.inacapulco.heslippedbybecauseofrandy.buttheboysdon’tgoforroughworkoncops.mendy’snotasbadasyouthink.hehasaheart.”
“sohasasnake.”
“well,whataboutthatgimlet?”
igotupwithoutansweringhimandwenttothesafe.ispuntheknobandgotouttheenvelopewiththeportraitofmadisononitandthefivecnotesthatsmelledofcoffee.idumpedthelotoutonthedeskandthenpickedupthefivecnotes.
“theseikeep.ispentalmostallofitonexpensesandresearch.theportraitofmadisonienjoyedplayingwith.it’sallyoursnow.”
ispreaditontheedgeofthedeskinfrontofhim.helookedatitbutdidn’ttouchit.
“it’syourstokeep,”hesaid.“i’vegotplenty.youcouldhaveletthingslie.”
“iknow.aftershekilledherhusbandandgotawaywithitshemighthavegoneontobetterthings.hewasofnorealimportance,ofcourse.justahumanbeingwithbloodandabrainandemotions.heknewwhathappenedtooandhetriedprettyhardtolivewithit.hewrotebooks.youmayhaveheardofhim.”
“look,icouldn’tverywellhelpwhatidid,”hesaidslowly.“ididn’twantanyonetogethurt.iwouldn’thavehadadog’schanceuphere.amancan’tfigureeveryanglethatquick.iwasscaredandiran.whatshouldihavedone?”
“idon’tknow.”
“shehadamadstreak.shemighthavekilledhimanyway.”
“yeah,shemight.”
“well,thawoutalittle.let’sgohaveadrinksomewherewhereit’scoolandquiet.”
“notimerightnow,señormaioranos.”
“wewereprettygoodfriendsonce,”hesaidunhappily.
“werewe?iforget.thatwastwootherfellows,seemstome.youpermanentlyinmexico?”
“ohyes.i’mnotherelegallyeven.ineverwas.itoldyouiwasborninsaltlakecity.iwasborninmontreal.i’llbeamexicannationalprettysoonnow.allittakesisagoodlawyer.i’vealwayslikedmexico.itwouldn’tbemuchriskgoingtovictor’sforthatgimlet.”
“pickupyourmoney,señormaioranos.ithastoomuchbloodonit.”