Cabo by Davis MacDonald

Author:Davis MacDonald [MacDonald, Davis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Davis Publishing
Published: 2018-01-26T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 26

It was almost seven p.m., and the transition out of the air-conditioned van and across the un-air-conditioned lobby was painful for the Judge. Jesus, didn’t it ever cool in Cabo?

Initially the room was no better, cleverly engineered so when Katy took the key card out of the wall box to leave the room, it turned off everything, including the air. God, he hated crafty engineers and bean-counting accountants. They seemed to rule the world, making it an uglier place for everyone.

He sat down in the chair under the ceiling air vent and consumed a well iced gin and tonic, Sapphire, the first damn civilized thing he’d done all day, while he watched Katy pace back and forth across the room like a caged lioness. She was still stirred up about Cristina. They suspected everyone wearing a dusty blue uniform at the ASAD plant was forced labor.

“Okay, honey, why don’t I call that Lieutenant Governor guy, Díaz, we met at the party last night, and report what we saw today?”

“Good, Judge. You do that. And how about Chief Detective Garcia, why don’t we call him too?”

“Err… the Chief Inspector and I don’t get along too well.”

“Do you trust him, Judge?”

“I don’t know, Katy. I just don’t know.”

“I kind of like him, myself. I know he’s arrogant and stuff, but so are you dear. Your Chief Inspector is cute, so so short, and with his big mustache.”

“Katy!” The Judge was scandalized now, and a tad jealous. He knew she was teasing him, but he couldn’t help himself. “I hope you like me more than you like Chief Inspector Garcia.”

She just smiled at him, pleased at how easy it was to push his buttons. He suspected she, and most females, considered men simple creatures. And he supposed they were. Controlled by hormones, and sexual and territorial instincts, as much as, or more than by logic and intellect.

They tumbled into the bed together, mostly exhausted, sheets only, enjoying the cool air flooding the room, drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. But the Judge’s sleep was troubled. A terrified Guatemalan girl kept running through his dreams, pursued by a clutch of angry goats, snorting and pawing the ground with animal menace. He awoke several times, his pulse pounding, his head aching. It was a relief to get up at five the next morning and pursue legal work on the computer while Katy slept blissfully on.

They stayed in their night clothes, him in his pajama bottoms festooned with small red crabs, a joke gift from her last Christmas, she in a frothy lace negligee, until ten, lingering over room service breakfast on the terrace, looking out to sea. Finally, the Judge produced the business card of Lieutenant Governor Díaz and, taking the room phone, dialed the Lieutenant Governor’s office. A pleasant girl answered the call, and when he gave his name and asked to speak to the Lieutenant Governor, he was surprised to be put right through.

Katy listened over his shoulder to his half of the conversation as he laid out the events of yesterday at the ASAM plant.

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