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sell.
They will pay me less than half of what it’s worth if I did want to
sell it. If I get money they have all the legal papers and things
to say it is theirs because they paid the money!”
    “ The one who was killed here night
before last was one of them?”
    “ Killed? I don’t know about anyone
being killed. The police came yesterday morning and asked Paco some
questions, but he made me stay in the house. I don’t know what it
was about. He said it was just checking about the storm, but it
wouldn’t be that because they never come out this far for that kind
of thing.”
    “ Was this shithead here night before
last?”
    “ No. He tied me up in the afternoon and
left and didn’t come back until early sunrise yesterday morning.
The police came about an hour later.
    “ If they know about this they will kill
my wife and daughter. We have to do something!”
    “ I think I’ve heard a couple of things
that will make it a bit easier to get them back. Let’s get this
punk conscious again,” Clint said as he took a small pail and
filled it with water from the bay. He threw it in the thug’s
face.
    Paco, as Martín had named him, came to, sat
up, then suddenly lunged hard for Clint’s legs with a long
switchblade in his right hand. Clint stepped aside and brought a
booted foot down hard on the hand with the knife in it. The thug
squealed.
    Clint said, in a very calm but icy voice,
“I’m going to ask you a few questions that you will answer and
maybe live or refuse to answer and die. I’ll use the methods on you
that you used on Carlos, capich?”
    Paco grunted. He was holding his broken hand
tight against his stomach with the other hand.
    “ Capich?” Clint said, even
colder.
    “ They’ll kill me if I say
anything!”
    “ And I will if you don’t. Hell of a
position to be in, isn’t it?
    “ What’s this crap about?”
    He looked like he would cry. His eyes darted
around, but his position was hopeless and he knew it. Clint might
actually torture him to death for all he knew. It was something he
had done a few times.
    “ I don’t know. Some kind of map or code
or something.”
    Clint thought. There were some maps from when
they discovered a pirate’s chest full of gold and jewels. It was on
a case where they were looking for a chest of money. Millions. They
found two, one of which was a pirate’s chest that some drug cartel
people from Colombia had put a few million dollars in cash in fifty
years ago. Those maps were checked and accounted for to the least
detail. Someone was running a scam against a mob boss with phony
maps? Was anyone that stupid?
    Clint asked what Carlos had done to make him
get the treatment Rauz got. That missed in a surprising way.
    “ I don’t know who Rauz is supposed to
be. The police told me about Carlos Mendez.”
    “ Rauz is the one you tortured and
killed by Solarte.”
    Paco looked like a trapped animal. “No. That
was Santamaria. Rosendo Santamaria. He tried to steal something
from some people in David and we sent a message with the way he was
handled. You can’t let that start or every two-bit creep in town
will be stealing from you.
    “ Okay. You know about that so you know
I did the same thing to this Carlos character. Him, I caught
sneaking around here when I came back. I found out he was working
for somebody else who was interested in the maps and were trying to
find a way to cut themselves in before he became incapable of
saying anything.”
    “ You mean someone is so stupid they’d
try a stupid scam on TWO gangster bosses?” Clint said, unbelieving.
“I thought it was beyond phenomenally stupid to try to con
one!”
    “ Scam?” The hood was very interested
all of a sudden.
    “ I want to talk to your boss now, but
first get Martín’s family back here. This is a stupid way to handle
this kind of thing. I’ll make a deal where your boss gets to do all
the treasure hunting he wants, but he’s NOT to involve innocent
people or I’ll call my Russian