“I would have called you,” she said absently. “I wanted to make sure that Montez was on foot and didn’t have a car stashed in the back. He should have taken that precaution. But maybe it’s somewhere in that rain forest. We have to move fast in case he—”
“We are moving fast. I told Dario to keep an eye out in case anyone else shows up in the village and to try to smooth things over with the local police and villagers. These people lost their priest and their church. They’re not going to be pleased.”
“Neither am I,” she said wearily. “The deaths keep going on and on.”
“But these weren’t targeted because of you, Catherine.”
“How do I know that? Cause and effect.” She shook her head. “But I can’t think of that right now. Santos wants Montez, so I can’t let him have him. He might be of value to him, or he might know too much. Montez may be the key to getting to that bastard.” She moved toward the forest. “So if you want to come with me, keep up, Cameron.”
“I’ll do my utmost to accommodate you.” He was moving quickly, every step catlike, his gaze focused on the ground. “I believe that’s not out of the realm of my capability.”
*
“He’s not even trying to mask his footprints,” Catherine said as she rose to her feet from examining a print four hours later. “I didn’t think he would. All he wants is to move as fast as he can and get away. I’d judge we’re about thirty minutes behind him.”
“Twenty,” Cameron said. “And he could surprise you. If he feels trapped, he might turn on us. He doesn’t know who is following him, but he’ll think the worst. He may not know about the priest’s being killed, but his brother’s death was a warning that he couldn’t ignore.”
“I know all that.” She increased her pace and went ahead of him on the trail. “So we’ll be careful. There’s no way that I want him to attack and have to take him down. He’s got to know something about Santos that could be useful. Why else are we here?”
He didn’t answer.
“But it might be better if we separated.” She glanced over her shoulder. “And tried to—”
Cameron was gone.
The trail behind her was empty, and the only sign of his passing was the faint stirring of the shrubbery to the left of the dirt path.
Damn him.
Heaven forbid that he work with her instead of going his own way.
But it had also been her thought to separate, she thought grudgingly. She had just been about to tell him that they had to have a structure, a plan. And that plan could have involved going after Montez herself and leaving Cameron in the dust. It had occurred to her that a woman alone might seem less intimidating when she confronted Montez. It might keep Montez from panicking any more than he had already. The only thing that was important was getting Montez and making sure he wasn’t too damaged to talk to her.
But Cameron had taken the initiative, and she didn’t know what he would do if he reached Montez first. There was no one more chillingly intimidating than Cameron, which meant that she definitely didn’t want that to happen.
She broke into a run.
*
Montez was directly ahead of her.
She could hear the crash of brush as he moved quickly, frantically on the trail.
She could hear his harsh, strained breathing.
But Montez was the only one she could hear. Cameron must be near, but, of course, she couldn’t hear him. He was trained to be silent as a ghost on the trail.
Where are you, Cameron?
Forget him.
It was time to go for it.
She darted to the side of the trail into the brush. Then she covered the few yards to where Montez was plunging down the trail.
Identify and try to stop the fear.
“Montez! Stop. I’m CIA. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Montez froze, cast a wild glance behind him, then started to run.
At least he hadn’t drawn a gun on her.
She ran after him.
Five yards later, she tackled him.
“No!” He turned, struggling.
“Shh. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He froze, looking up at her. “Bitch.” His fist struck her jaw.
Her head snapped back. Dizzy. She shook it to try to clear it.
So much for thinking he wouldn’t be intimidated by a woman. It was clearly all too true.
“Sorry.” She brought the edge of her hand down in a karate chop to his neck.
He went limp.
She sat back on her heels and drew a deep breath.
“Not very well done.” Cameron was strolling out of the brush. “I was thinking I might have to step in, but that would have been very humiliating for you. He’s obviously a rank amateur.”
She got to her feet. “Where were you?”
“You obviously wanted to handle him alone, so I thought I’d let you do it.” He knelt beside Montez and took his neck in his two hands and turned it back and forth, examining it. “This karate move was done expertly, and so was the tackle. Otherwise, you deserved that clip on the jaw. Too soft, Catherine.”
“Which is why I didn’t want you to—” She stopped and shook her head. “I thought there was a chance of not hurting him. He’s already lost two members of his family and Father Gabriel.” She shrugged. “It didn’t work out.” She knelt again and went through Montez’s knapsack. “A wallet with ID and two hundred dollars’ worth of quetzal. A few health bars and a bottle of water.” She went deeper. “A quartz rosary, a prayer book…” She pulled out a hand-bound book with a yellow cover that was the worse for wear. On the cover the title was typed in large print. Maggi. “This is some kind of computer manual or book. It looks like something a college kid would have created for himself.” She was flipping through the pages. “No text. Formulas, mathematics, chemistry. I can’t make it out. Can you?”
He glanced at it. “No, but I’m not a scientist. And I’m more interested in what you allowed Montez to do to you.” He lifted her chin and examined her jaw. “You’re going to have a bad bruise. You only barely came out on top on this one.”