“With a bandage on your head.” She was quiet for a minute. “Why did he want to kill you? You never told me that part. Why?”
“He was paid.”
“The one who paid him.”
“Maybe I’m getting close.”
“Close,” she said, not following.
“Who killed Danny.”
“Why do you think that? There’s something you’re not telling me.”
He shook his head, dodging. “But I must be.”
“Then he’ll try again,” she said flatly. “You have to go to the police.”
“With what? Tell them Danny was a snitch for Minot? I have to stay close to Minot. That’s the connection.”
She looked down. “He wasn’t that. I still don’t believe it.”
“Maybe he thought he had a reason,” Ben said, letting it go.
“We’re coming to the border,” Kaltenbach said, his voice nervous and melodramatic, as if he had seen guard dogs and soldiers with guns. In fact it was only a string of lighted booths under an arched sign.
“Go to sleep,” Ben said to him. “I don’t want to use a Czech passport if we don’t have to. He’d remember. He’s probably never seen one.”
“I don’t have to show it?”
“We can try. Close your eyes.”
He pulled up to the booth, holding his ID out the open window. A uniform like a state trooper, with a broad-brimmed hat.
“Driving late,” the guard said, checking the ID.
“Want to be early for the races.”
“Not tomorrow you won’t. No races. You didn’t know?”
Ben could feel Liesl tense beside him. “I guess we’ll have to find something else to do,” he said, the suggestion of a leer in his voice.
The officer glanced at Liesl. “I guess.”
She began to hand over her passport, but he ignored it.
“Who’s that?”
“My old man. He likes the ponies. And the tequila.” He nodded to the back. “Got a head start.”
“He’ll feel it, that stuff. Careful tonight. You know where you’re going?”
“We’ve been before.”
“Then I don’t have to tell you. Watch the car. They’ll steal the tires while you’re still in it.”
He stepped back, waving them on, and they drove through the noman’s stretch to the Mexican booth, another bored officer who just looked at them and said “Bienvenidos” and then they were over, suddenly in Tijuana.
“It’s done?” Kaltenbach said, almost deflated, cheated out of an expected drama.
“You’re free,” Ben said, stumbling on the word, an unintended irony. “No subpoenas.”
The city was noisy even at this hour, bright with strings of bare incandescent bulbs. San Diego had been asleep, but here there were still crowds, peddlers and shoe-shine kids and Americans in Hawaiian shirts, the smell of frying food, makeshift buildings as dingy as carnival flats. Men with mustaches idled on corners waiting for something to happen, like extras, their eyes following the car. Kaltenbach kept staring out the window, expecting it to get better, but the blocks streamed into each other, the same glare and sinister languor, and for a second Ben wanted to turn around, take him back, make some deal with Minot. But now he was here, even more displaced.
They went to the biggest hotel they saw, with a guarded parking lot, and Ben paid for the rooms in dollars. The desk clerk, a Mexican Joel, barely lifted his eyes as he handed out the keys. There was a restaurant two doors down and they sat in a booth, exhausted, and drank beer, picking at the chiles rellenos the waiter had brought, all that was left before closing.
“How long do you think I will have to stay here?” Kaltenbach said.
“We’ll see Broch tomorrow. I think there’s an airport. Maybe we can get you on a plane for Mexico City.”
“A plane?” Kaltenbach said timidly.
“You don’t like to fly? Oh, such a baby,” Liesl said fondly. “It’s like a bus.”
“In the air.”
“A man who crosses borders. An escape artist.”
Kaltenbach smiled weakly. “Not so difficult. Find a Kohler.” He looked at Ben. “‘My old man.’“
Ben tipped his glass in a toast.
“The other time it was sherry. Your brother found a place, after we got through, and we all drank sherry. It’s what they have there, Spain.” He glanced around the room. “It’s the same language, but this—”
There was a shout from the street, a bar argument that had moved outside.
“Border towns are like this. It’ll be different in Mexico City,” Ben said, wondering if it were true.