Read Hide and Snake Murder Online
Authors: Jessie Chandler
Tags: #soft-boiled, #mystery, #murder mystery, #fiction, #regional, #lesbian, #New Orleans, #Minneapolis
This was something right out of a thriller novel. I was riveted.
“I began feeding critical information back, and major players in non-Reynosa cartels were picked up left and right. After a couple of years of success, the FBI followed through on their end of the deal by orchestrating the naturalization of my mother and father. They also called an end to my covert activities. By this time, I had worked my way halfway up Reynosa's organizational ladder.”
Luz shook her head. “The danger fed my inner wild child, and I took great satisfaction in helping to make both Mexico and the United States a safer place. I really enjoyed the work. I convinced them to let me continue my work.”
Good grief. I was practically having a heart attack listening to the story, much less living it.
Baz asked, “How many people did you kill?”
A ghost of emotion flitted across Luz's face. “I never personally killed anyone. Let's leave it at that.” Her voice was tight. “After some back and forth, ICE became involved in a joint operation with the FBI. My boss signed off on my assignment, with one caveat: Due to the very nature of my attempt to rise up the chain of the Reynosa Cartel command, they added a Dangerous Actions clause. DA clauses are far and few between,” she acknowledged JT's nod, “but pay handsomely if the agent manages to live though the assignment. The upshot of the clause holds that in order to keep my cover intactâand also to protect the FBI and ICE from culpability if something happened to me while I was so deeply mired within the Reynosa organizationâI was on my own while on Mexican soil. There'd be no US bailout. There was some degree of safety for me in the United States, and that was why I made so many trips home to Minnesota.”
I topped off everyone's sangria again. I was starting to get a slight buzz, and it felt good.
Luz rubbed her face with her hands and dropped them into her lap. “I slowly moved further up the Reynosa ranks, wresting the top spot from the former drug lord, Antonio Luis Sanchez. Sanchez was a tough character who survived numerous assassination attempts from both within his own organization and without. When someone finally managed to oust him, and that someone was a woman, I became legendary, not only within the Reynosa organization, but throughout Mexico.”
Kate ran a hand over her mouth. “Did you have him killed?”
“Everyone assumes I had Sanchez killed.” Luz smiled. “Instead of fertilizing the earth, I coordinated Sanchez's delivery into FBI custody. Eventually, he cut a deal and sang like a robin in spring, giving up intimate cartel information that greatly assisted me. He gave law enforcement a huge edge. All this happened on the condition ICE would place him and his family in witness protection through the FBI.”
Coop had been following the story, watching Luz carefully. “So how did this Zorra thing come up?”
“I adopted the familiar persona of Zorro, altering it slightly to Zorra. I dressed in black, on occasion wore a black mask over my eyes, and topped the costume off with a Gaucho hat. As Zorra, I ruled the Reynosa Empire, running it from behind an elaborate cover of smoke and mirrors in an attempt to keep my true identity hidden.
“Only recently, I accepted an adjunct teaching position in Mexican Studies at the University of Minnesota. I had worked my dual charade for too many years and helped to put hundreds of cartel members away. I had finally done enough. I wanted to come home.”
I retrieved another tipple. “I'd say you've done enough.” My lips were going pleasantly numb.
“Yes.” Luz nodded. “Operation White Stag was going to be my coup de gr
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ce, and once it was over, Zorra would disappear as quickly as she'd risen. The Columbia Arena bloodbath was the result of a many months of multi-jurisdictional collaboration directed, in part, by me on the cartel side and by one of the top agents in ICE. The op took agents from many places, including Mike Farroway's office.”
The light bulb flicked on. Farroway's bristly red hair flashed in my mind. Why hadn't this clicked sooner? I didn't want to know but was compelled to ask. “Was he in Fletcher Sharpe's desk?”
JT nodded, her face grave. “Yes. Apparently after you talked to him, he decided to do some investigation on his own. He was in over his head before he even had a chance to react. Everyone else was wrapped up in Operation White Stag.”
I felt terrible. If we hadn't dragged him into this, he'd still be alive. Based on the crestfallen look on both their faces, Coop, and Baz, to his credit, felt the same.
Luz spoke again. “When I met with you and Nick on campus, I had no idea you were the ones causing Tomás so much grief. I was shocked when you and Nick were dragged into Sharpe's manufacturing plant bound and bloodied.”
Kate eyed me and mouthed, “Nick?”
I raised both brows and shook my head.
“Shay,” Luz said, her tone sincere, “I'm so sorry I had to threaten you with my weapon. And you,” she bobbed her head at Baz, “as well. But I could do nothing to alert Tomás or any of the other cartel leaders that something was very wrong. Every second I was trying to figure out how to get all of you out of there.”
Coop asked, “When we saw you at the warehouse and later at the ice arena, your appearance was altered?”
“Yes,” Luz acknowledged. “I changed both my clothes and my face through prosthetics and contact lenses. It's subtle, but enough of a difference to make it work.”
I said, “So when Kelvin Mudd and Tomás confronted us behind the rink, they were addressing Zorra, not Luz. Your invented identity remained intact.”
Luz said, “Yes, it did. That's thanks to you. Then Tomás shot me.”
I shuddered at Luz's words, my brain flashing back to the moment I saw the fire explode from the end of Tomás's pistol. I quickly slugged down the last of my thirdâor was it my fourth?âcup of sangria and refilled. The pitcher was almost empty.
Luz sighed. “Word was leaked that Zorra had been killed, which wasn't true, along with other cartel leaders. Also killed was Lieutenant Pomerantz, the corrupt missing-persons head from New Orleans. Another eight were wounded in the firefight. Hunk and Donny were arrested, uninjured, after they were pulled from beneath a set of bleachers where they hid like the cowards they are. Three escaped and are now on the FBI's most wanted list.”
JT squeezed my hand and said, “I have a question I wasn't able to get a full answer to.”
Luz's nearly perfectly arched eyebrow arched higher.
“How exactly did Kelvin Mudd fit into this?”
“He was Sharpe's director of product development and the main man who coordinated the shipments of drugs from Mexico. He ran the goods through Hunk and Donny, who in turn used an unofficial gang of underage kids, of all people, as drug runners. The runners converted the drugs to cash, received a cut, and gave the rest of the money back. Hunk and Donny then kept their own cut and handed the remainder over to Kelvin Mudd. Mudd also kept a portion and devised a way to stuff toy animals full of cash. Then he shipped them back to Mexico as an export. An associate of the Reynosa Cartel picked up the toys once delivery had been made to Sharpe's manufacturing plant located outside of Juárez, Mexico.”
“Wow,” Coop said. “That's seriously complicated.”
My brain felt woozy.
Luz's mother picked that moment to check on us. “You must stay for a late lunch,” she declared as she cleared away the cups and now-empty sangria pitcher. “It will be ready in twenty minutes.” She issued the mandate and exited without waiting for a response.
Kate's eyes opened wide. “She doesn't take no for an answer, does she?”
Luz smiled. “No. She doesn't.”
Coop said, “What kind of food does she cook that a vegetarian can eat?”
Luz appraised him with hot eyes for a moment. “We'll find something to fill you up.”
Whoa. Sparks were flying.
A dimple in Coop's cheek deepened, but he didn't respond.
JT said, “I heard through the rumor mill that Mudd sang like a lark and implicated Hunk and Donny, who then ratted out their underage runners. It's going to be a major shift in drug dealing here in the Cities. Thanks directly to you, Luz.”
Luz gracefully accepted the comment. “Thank you, JT. And I hope you're aware what an amazing individual Shay is. She has a sense of honor and decency you don't see often any more. And these friends of yours ⦠” she waved her hand at us, “are true and good.”
JT looked at me, her eyes full of warmth. “Yes, I certainly know just how special Shay is. And the rest of these yahoos aren't half-bad either.”
Kate asked, “Luz, what will you do now?”
Luz gazed out the window for a moment. “My mother will stay here. It's safe enough. We have guards patrolling the fence-line and good security. I may leave for Europe or Australia for a while and return when this has blown over and something else has caught the attention of the media. I'll have to give up my teaching position, but that's a small sacrifice to be alive.” Luz's eyes bore into Coop when she added, “But I'll definitely be back.”
Coop returned her gaze with an alarming intensity. “You look me up, okay?”
Oh jeez. We could light a lamp with the voltage that zinged between the two of them.
“I absolutely will.”
A motion caught my eye, and I turned a little too fast. My head stopped but my brain kept going. Baz had something in his hand, and he was nervously playing with it. I squinted. “Baz, what is that?”
Baz looked at his hands as if he'd just realized there was something in them. “Oh, nothing.” He tried to stuff the object into his pocket.
“Baz.” The warning in my tone was clear. “What is it?”
He met my gaze and held the item out. It was a Star Wars figurine of Darth Vader. I turned it over a couple of times and gave it back. Something niggled, foggy, in the back of my mind, made worse by the strange look on his face. I said suspiciously, “Where'd you get that?”
He didn't answer but did have the grace to look guilty.
“Baz.” I gave him the evil eye as I recalled where I'd last seen figurines like those: in the business office of the Hands On Toy Company. After all this, the little bastard had taken something else. Was he nuts?
My sloshed innards started to quiver. “Did you swipe it?”
“I'd never do that.” Baz attempted to look insulted.
“Bullshit!” I exploded. “You've been doing it your whole life. And look what it's gotten all of us into, you moron.” My fingers dug into the cushion beneath me. I shifted my weight forward. I couldn't believe after all we'd been though, he would do it again. Stupid thinking on my part. Okay, tipsy thinking.
He scowled and then flipped me the bird. “Shay, kiss my ass.”
If I had taken a moment to think about it, I'd have been surprised Baz actually had the balls to say those words to me. Instead, I lost it and lunged, intent on wrapping my hands around his neck and squeezing until he turned blue.
JT brought me up short with a fist twisted in the back of my shirt. She either had fast reflexes or had suspected I might lose my cool, considering the source of my ire.
Baz cringed, and held a hand out toward me, palm up. “I don't know what happened. IâitâI found it in my pocket.”
The Star Wars Incident broke up the meeting, and JT thought I needed some air. I think she figured if she could keep us separated, there would be no bloodshed in the Ortez household today.
Fresh, cool air cleared my brain to some degree. JT and I strolled in silence behind the ranch house, past the barn and a fenced pasture where three horses grazed. My blood pressure slowly returned to normal.
The two other outbuildings were a storage shed and a workshop where Mr. Ortez made his furniture. I knew this because the words carved in a wood sign above the door read
Ortez Fine Furniture.
“I wonder where Luz's dad is,” I said.
JT navigated a muddy area of the path we followed. “He died of a massive heart attack eight months ago.”
“Oh.” Ouch. I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my jeans. It made it all that much more important Luz was alive. Her poor mother.
“How do you know so much about all of this?”
JT grabbed my belt loop. She said, “It helps to know certain people, and dropping a name from my new FBI contacts didn't hurt either.”
“You work fast.”
The path petered out and turned into a deer trail that cut through the woods behind the house. Birds that were either too stupid to leave the state for the winter or who had recently returned chirped overhead. The air lacked the city pollution factor I was used to, and it plain felt good to breathe.
It was far too easy to fall into a comfort zone and not pay attention to the larger issues in the world. These last few days were a testament to that fact. I reached for JT's hand and laced my fingers through hers.
After a few hundred feet, the trail opened to a small meadow that was a little larger than the size of a running track. It would make a perfect escape in the summer.
I was feeling better, less woozy, and I didn't think I was on the verge of murder anymore. “Thanks for having my back in there. I had a bit too much sangria, and ⦠Thanks.”
“You've had a hell of a time. Makes sense you might struggle.”
We came to a stop near the center of the meadow. I pulled JT into my arms. “Thanks for being you.”
She kissed the tip of my nose. “Anytime. Thanks for not getting killed.”
I grinned. “Welcome.”
“Mike Farroway's dogâ”
“Bogey,” I supplied. “He was a nice mutt. Flunky Bloodhound, Mike said. I'm sorry he won't have Mike anymore.” I felt the mist of guilt begin to descend and fought to keep it at bay. My head knew I wasn't responsible for what happened to Farroway. He was doing his job. But my heart and my gut felt quite differently. One day, I was going to have to dissect that situation and come to terms with it.