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like to go around cleaning things up, and if I happen to tell them the woman came
through here, it would bring a lot of attention your way. Government-type attention.
Policia. Immigration. I don't suppose you've all got green cards?"
That caused a stir of distress along the wall. Better a whore here than a whore in
Mexico, apparently.
The woman stayed hard. "And I believe thisтАжwhy?"
"Because you were watching when we chased one of those men away. And since
we're the ones who came backтАжdraw your own conclusions." Kimmer showed her
teeth.
"Look," Rio said. "She's going to die. She was exposed to some bad stuff. Tell
me you're not surprised she could even get up to leave this place."
One of the women by the wall said, "Flaco helped her тАФ"
And the woman at the desk gave them all an annoyed scowl. "And Flaco will take
it out on us if anyone finds his place."
Kimmer plucked a pen from the broken mug and handed it over. "Write it down."
She tapped the corner of the ledger. "Or when Flaco gets back, we'll be here waiting,
and we'll start asking him the same questions."
The woman stared at Kimmer, weighing her options тАФ and then hissed air
between her teeth and snatched the pen. She scribbled an address on the corner of
the ledger and tore it off with an annoyed flourish, presenting it to Kimmer. And
Kimmer looked at Rio and grinned.



***

"We should call Owen," Rio suggested. They sat on their motorcycles out on the
edge of the desert, up a thousand feet from Bisbee and outside a little collection of
adobe homes that used to be associated with the nearest copper mine. Dim light
showed through the curtains of the particular house they watched.
Kimmer shook her head. "He wouldn't be able to pretend he didn't know what we
were up to if we did that. Later."
"We're only assuming the bomb guys will find this place."
"They knew which building we were watching. They'll follow the trail, just as we
did. And they're more familiar with this area." Kimmer drew up the collar of her
leather jacket. "If I'd known we were going to head uphill, I'd have worn something
warmer."
Rio gazed at the pimp's house, apparently oblivious to the same cold that sneaked
into Kimmer's bones. "Flaco. He's hoping she'll get better so he can add her to his
collection."
"Yeah." Kimmer hunched her shoulders against that coldтАжagainst reality. She
touched her war club inside her jacket, her thigh holster, the cluster of war darts
tucked in her back pocket. Locked and loaded and ready to go. The night-vision
goggles hung off her handlebars, but she didn't think this would turn into a stalking
game.
"Hey," he said.
She looked his way in the darkness.
"Thanks."
 She could have pretended not to know what he was talking about. It would have
been easier. It's what she would have done eighteen months earlier, before she'd ever