up.
Veraguas. Santiago. He was halfway there, so
caught the next bus. Clint grinned and headed for the bus. He was
going to throw a few curves himself!
Santiago and to the registro. He checked on
Quentin Martin to find he ran a large cattle ranch for Kelvin
Taylor. There was a connection if Clint didn’t have a least clue as
to what was connected. Taylor and the trio and Taylor behind Nando.
That there was a connection was obvious. The question was; How is
Clint Faraday involved in the mess? Why?
Two murders – that he knew about. Some idiot
rednecks paid to distract him (from what?). Shipments all over the
western end of Panamá. An apparently hired killer in Bocas
Town.
This was stupid! What in HELL was going on?
What the HELL was in those boxes?
They had gone to some expense with this. Ten
thousand just to distract him a couple of hours. Shipping and
transhipping boxes. No argument about paying for the seized guns –
but kill some redneck gringo because he was talking about it?
The other murder. The follower. He should be
checking on him instead of Nando. Maybe the connection was there.
Reasoning it out, there were two groups involved, probably groups
who didn’t like each other or who had to be stopped from
something.
Reason it further. He had to be distracted,
then ... Manny was right. It was a layered distraction. This
running around was a distraction. That meant the real solution was
with Santos, not this bunch.
Reason it even further. There wasn’t anything
in those boxes. There isn’t anything to be found in western
Panamá.
Maybe there was! No way around it, the
Taylors were in it up to their ears! He knew that the Taylors
weren’t there. Martin was running the ranch. Taylor wasn’t there.
The Taylor family was large and found all over Panamá. Clint knew
several in Bocas Town. They were too often involved in political
jobs, for a large part.
This wasn’t politics. Was it?
No. There wouldn’t be any reason to distract
Clint over politics because he didn’t care.
He went back to David on the next bus. They
definitely were leaving clues that would take him to Panamá City.
That was where they were so they wanted him to come there, but only
after he followed this thing to this point.
Judi called and said Nando had asked her
about him. “He said he wanted to talk to you about a business deal.
I told him you went somewhere and didn’t leave any message as to
where. It seems as if he’s supposed to warn you about
something.”
“ I think
he wants to warn me about some people who want to warn me about
him,” Clint replied. “I have a little of this worked out, I think.
It’s a mess in some ways. I just can’t figure what I have to do
with anything.
“ Judi,
maybe we should try to find who was in Bocas Town or Almirante on
the twelfth. There was someone who was scheduled to be there ...
but they didn’t ... they waited until I was close enough to be
distracted. That still means they were in Bocas Town or Almirante
on the twelfth, but probably for a day or two before and maybe they
still are.
“ Who’s in
town for a couple of days before the twelfth and maybe a day or two
more?”
“ Other
than the regular tourists, nobody who sticks out. I can check. It’s
obvious there’s big money involved so those people are easy to
check.
“ Clint,
there’s been a big yacht sitting by the channel for several days. I
think it left on the thirteenth. I thought of it because some
people asked if it was Jimmy Buffet’s yacht, but it isn’t. He
doesn’t stay long when he’s here and it was there for a
week.”
“ See what
you can find out about it. It may be my connection.”
They chatted a few minutes, then Clint
relaxed for the rest of the trip. They were out of cellular range,
anyhow.
When they reached David Clint stretched and
headed for Pedrigal. He had a friend there who said he could stay
anytime. She had two bedrooms that were never used – that he
wouldn’t use either. That