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them, anyway тАФ and no one did. For no one in the Hispanic community had any
intention of answering her questions тАФ of revealing their underground places, or of
betraying the very sick woman now among them.
But they did it all the same. Subtle reactions to Kimmer's words, the lies they
chose in response to Rio's questionsтАжtogether they worked around the edges of
town, from the taco stand with the best tacos ever made to a tiny tattoo parlor still
decorated with pathetic tatters of Cinco de Mayo streamers. And they'd ended up
here, in nastyville, close enough to their quarry so it was time to step lightly. If the
woman could still run, she would.
Kimmer eyed the battered adobe building across the street from them, pondering
their best approach. "We could just go ahead and flush her, grab her up at the
back."
"Or I could go inside as a customer," Rio suggested, his tone all innocence. The
battered adobe building was, to all appearances, a small-time whorehouse.
"Yeah," Kimmer told him. "You do that."
"It's not like you could тАФ" But he broke off, realizing what he'd done. Looking at
her тАФ small but wiry and much stronger than she appeared, her demeanor whatever
she wished it to be тАФ he winced. Hunter hadn't given her the code name Chimera
for nothing.
"Oh," she said, already one step toward the adobe, "I could."
He winced again, but this time in resignation. "Expect the unexpected. The
definition of you."
Kimmer smiled sweetly at him. "Besides, it might just get us farther. I'm not as
physically threatening."
"Not outwardly," he agreed.
"See if you can saunter around back without looking too conspicuous," she
suggested. Between the crumbling old parking lot on one side and the tiny shop of
cluttering religious icons on the other, cover was as sparse as the desert landscape.
But those same circumstances made it easy to spot their recently arrived tail.
Lurking at the corner a block away, grinding a cigarette under his heel. Twilight
obscured his features, but Kimmer could read that body language easily enough.
"Ooh," she said. "Company."
Rio looked from the man to the adobe building, his reluctance clear. "She could
be right there тАФ"
"And this guy could know where the bomb powder is stashed."
"This guy is only here to clean up what they left behind." Meaning the woman.
Illegal immigrant, unwitting terrorist.
"You think that's a chance we can take?" Kimmer didn't. But she softened at the
conflict on Rio's face nonetheless. "I know I said we'd try to do it all. Save the
world, save the woman. But тАФ"
 "We could split up."
She tipped her head to scrutinize him тАФ his expression, his body language. Her
knack was no good at reading him; it never had been. It was like that with those who
were too close to her. She asked, "You okay with that? Splitting up?"
Muscles played across his jaw. "No," he said, just a little too sharply. "So how
do you want to handle it?"
"Easy," she said lightly. "Let's head for the corner. If he's here after our mule, he
won't even notice us. If he's been following us around in the hopes of finding the
mule, then he's gonna know he's been made. Bet he runs."
"Okay," he said, and held out his hand, turning them back into a couple. "Let's