Santuario by G B Gordon

Author:G B Gordon [Gordon, G B]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: IRCBOOKS, 1056
ISBN: 9781937551643
Google: EMTsMgEACAAJ
Amazon: B00A10KDLK
Barnesnoble: B00A10KDLK
Goodreads: 15849760
Publisher: Riptide
Published: 2012-10-06T19:06:50+00:00

After seeing Kjell off at the entrance, Bengt still had two hours to kill before his meeting with Alex. He’d go stir-crazy here in the hotel. He went out onto the plaza, which was buried in trash and wilted flowers. Enough to make him wish for a fresh breeze, and not only because of the heat. At the other end, a few workers were taking down the stage. Other than that, no clean-up effort was visible.

The coronel the old woman had mentioned to Alex stuck in Bengt’s head. There had to be more they could find out about him. Remembering Alex’s instructions, he picked his way through the tangle of streets to the Comandatura One. None of the desks were occupied, but when he entered, someone came from one of the back offices.

“Señor? May I help you?”

Bengt had trouble remembering the rank insignia, but recalled that Mendez wore the same.

“Buenos días, Capitán. I’m looking for your cabo, Huelva.”

“It’s his day off today. Won’t you tell me what I can do for you? You are the comisario. From ICE. Right?” He beamed at Bengt. “Come. Sit. Have a coffee with me. I have very much regretted that I have not yet had the pleasure of making your acquaintance, señor.”

Bengt was getting dizzy from the flashy smile and the baroque politeness. He wondered whether the capitán—his name tag said Ronda—had ever considered a career as a toothpaste model. When Ronda disappeared to get the coffee, Bengt considered his options. Keeping Alex’s warning in mind, he would try to be less direct. Unfortunately, he was a lousy liar, so he’d best play what he was: a stranger who didn’t know his way around.

“It’s fresh, I just made it. How would you like it, señor, and don’t you say hot.” The arch admonishment came complete with wagging finger.

“Sugar and milk, please. I need your help, Capitán,” Bengt added before Ronda could unleash the next volley of words.

“Por supuesto, I am wholly at your disposal, just ask me if—”

“I have to contact someone. Unfortunately, I’ve only been told that he is a coronel. With the Securitas?”

When Ronda promptly paled, Bengt smiled understandingly. “Sadly, I’m not acquainted with anyone in the Securitas, and you’ll understand that I don’t just want to ask a stranger. That’s when I remembered your helpful cabo. But to have you here personally is a piece of good luck I would never have dreamed of.” The capitán’s flowery style was contagious.

The poor man looked anything but lucky now, though. “Well, I mean, I will of course do what I can, but . . .”

“Of that I am convinced. Please believe that I won’t let that go unmentioned in my report. If you’d be so kind as to give me the names of those with that rank, I’d be most grateful.”

“Oh, of course. Here, I’ll write them down for you.” It was almost embarrassing how relieved the man was to get out of the affair with such little effort.

“And where I might find them, too, please.

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