Curiosity Killed the Cat - Redux

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Matthew Ricci walked into the prosecutor’s office without knocking, waving a folder triumphantly. “We are getting so close that the bastard will start to feel our breath down his neck. A few more days, and this case will be so watertight that we can cross the Gulf in it, Emily.”

Emily raised one eyebrow and stretched behind her desk. “I think you might be right. Our two colleagues from across the border seem to agree with you, anyway.”

Only in her late twenties, Emily Perez was the youngest member of their small task force, and certainly the youngest prosecutor ever to go after a fish as big as this one. Few people would have guessed that Emily, with her slim, petite build and the dark curls framing her face, was the woman to take on one of the most violent drug cartels the border region had recently brought forth. The cops she worked with tended to call her “doll”, and “darlin’.” But appearances could be deceiving.

Her eyes wandered to the clippings and photographs pinned to the wall. Her gaze swept across the pictures of gruesomely murdered bodies, of stacks of cocaine, meth and marijuana, of women, bruised and bloodied, staring blankly into the camera. Clippings of newspaper articles littered the wall, next to graphs indicating stocks and sales figures.

Drugs, murders, money laundering and raging corruption had turned up on her desk in regular, but frustratingly disjointed intervals. It had been like trying to pin down puddles of oil with her bare hands, with cases separating into petty crimes and single murders when Emily knew that they all led back to one man. Now, all the puzzle pieces had started to neatly fall into place. The lines, drawn with a black marker across the board to link murders, shipments, bank accounts, companies and photographs to each other, were finally all connected to form a satisfyingly coherent network of crime and vice.

An informant had come forward to provide her with the necessary lead to tighten the noose around the neck of Jacinto Garza. To civilians he was known as the head of an international conglomerate of banks and financial businesses, a darling patron of the arts and celebrated philanthropist. To the more investigative-minded he was “The Scorpion”, the head of one of the most powerful drug cartels currently dominating the market. Emily contemplated the picture in the center of the wall, showing a young man weaving his way through a festive crowd, a beautiful woman on his arm. It had been the opening of the new design museum in the city, a jewel in the crown of the local art scene. Garza had donated several million dollars to the foundation running the museum. That night, as always, he had looked the part, sporting the casual chic of a tech business tycoon combined with the class and taste of a rich bohemian. Without noticing, Emily’s lips curled in disgust. The local elites were all at his feet, admiring him like a rock star while he terrorized those less fortunate, both materially and geographically.

Next to him on the picture, half-hidden in the shadow, stood a man dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, a suit jacket slung across his tattooed arm. Emily knew better than to be misled by the smile of Garza’s right-hand man. She had come across too many mutilated bodies to still fall for his boyish charm, though Texan high society still nurtured a soft spot for the man she knew to be a cold-blooded killer.

Then she pointed at the woman next to Garza. “With the new documents and the other material our informant can provide, we get all three of them in one sweep.” Matthew stood next to her, eyes fixed on the young woman on the crime lord’s arm. He whistled in appreciation. “She’s one smoking hot broad. That bastard sure knows how to pick them.”

The prosecutor threw him a disbelieving glance. “They call her ‘The Viper’. Some people say she likes to cut out the hearts of traitors to make them eat it before she kills them.” Her colleague raised an eyebrow, trying not to look sheepish. “Well, nobody’s perfect, eh? At least she knows how to rock a pair of high heels while doing that.”

Emily rolled her eyes. “You are a walking cliché of a male cop, Matt.” He grinned. “All I’m saying is that criminals should not look this good.” He joined her in front of the wall, looking at the photograph of Garza and his two companions. “I mean, this looks like a fucking page out of a bloody modelling catalogue,” he mused. “Juries don’t like to put rich, pretty people away for life.”

“Don’t worry. Blood and dirt stick, even to the pretty ones. After we are through with them that is all the jury will be able to see. Once this case file is complete, Garza is done, and this strip of the border will be a little safer again.”

Matt smiled. He admired the idealism and backbone of his younger colleague, and hoped that some of it would rub off on him. It was not easy. After a slump of a few, complacent years, murder rates had gone through the roof again. Corruption had eaten through the ranks of law enforcement, reaching levels that the local authorities could no longer ignore. Impunity was rampant, leading to a level of violence that first provoked, later only mocked what was left of law and order in the border region. Elections were coming up in both countries, and the authorities needed to be seen fighting the increasingly violent waves of drug trafficking crimes, at least until the votes were cast.

A small task force of detectives and police officers from both side of the border had been working for months to bring down The Scorpion. Matt knew that a few local politicians and officers had at first balked at going after Garza and his business empire. When they realized that Emily Perez was not to be deterred, a few had quietly backed away from the investigation. First there had been threats, then bodies started to turn up: informants, Juarez cops, a couple of snitches. The attempts to intimidate her only made the young prosecutor go after the man harder. So far Garza had not yet attempted to reach across the border, but Emily now had protective detail, her El Paso apartment was under constant surveillance.

Matt looked at the dark-haired woman bent over a pile of documents, his chest suddenly aching with worry and affection. He realized how little he actually knew about his colleague. Once, over a couple too many beers, she had told him about what had happened to her sister, what the drugs had done to her family. For Emily, this shit was personal. He hoped that the mobsters simply did not take her efforts seriously enough. They would not be the first ones to make that mistake.

“Why don’t you join us for a drink down at The Grashopper? It’ll provide some distraction and will get you out of this office for a few hours.” She looked up and frowned as if he had made her an inappropriate offer. Tucking a curl back behind her ear, she shook her head. “Go on without me,” she said distractedly. “I’m supposed to meet the Juarez detective and our informant later, and I’d rather be sober when I do. My regards to Erica, and happy birthday to her!”

Matt sighed while putting on his coat, muttering: “It’s her good-bye party. You really need to get a life outside this case, sweetheart.” But Emily did not hear him. Chewing on the end of her pen, she studied the text in front of her, waiting for her telephone to ring.

***

Eva looked at her watch. It was almost time.

In only a couple of hours she would be sitting next to Gabriel Mendez who would drive her across the Bridge of the Americas into El Paso, where some friendly DEA officer would hand her a shiny new ID and take her into protective custody. Then she would hand them the memory stick that contained all the files the prosecutor had asked her for, the last pieces of evidence that would put Jacinto Garza and his associates away for several consecutive life sentences in an US high security prison. The evidence she had handed over to the Juarez cop, the idealist Gabriel Mendez and his DEA teammates in El Paso was going to play a crucial role in The Scorpion’s downfall, and Eva did not want to be anywhere near Juarez when the shit would finally hit the fan.

When she looked up, Garza raised a glass in her direction, smiling. Eva smiled back, hoping that it would look genuine. She was wearing the expensive black designer dress that outlined her curves without making her look slutty and accentuated her stunning legs. Garza had bought it for her. He liked to show her off at parties like these, when business partners and fellow narcos could throw admiring glances her way, knowing that they were allowed to look, but not touch, and that anyone who overstepped would lose at least one crucial body part.

Eva Ferentes had met Jacinto Garza a few years ago at, how very cliché, a local beauty pageant, and he had taken an instant liking to her. She had grown up in a middle class Mexico City family, a stunning beauty with aspirations to study law in the US, but then Garza had happened, and things turned out different as planned, as they usually do.

Then still a virgin she had allowed him to court, and then fuck her, and Garza had made sure that she understood that she was now his woman, and allowed only his right-hand lieutenant to fuck her as well. Not even the Viper had any rights over Eva, a rare privilege. Garza had no taste for a monogamous relationship, but he made sure that women he fucked on a regular basis lacked nothing, as long as they played by the rules. And the rules were simple: don’t piss off the patrón.

When all of this shit was over, people would probably wonder why she had bitten the hand that had lovingly fed her so ferociously.

She lived in a beautiful penthouse, owned a car and had enough pocket money to buy all the designer shit in the glossy magazines she spent hours leafing through. She had enough time for shopping, spa treatments, work-outs, socializing and some charity activities. All she needed to do in return was to look stunning on Garza’s arm or that of his associate when required and fuck either of them, or both, with enthusiasm when they felt like it. Why then had she agreed to turn snitch when Mendez had approached her? Sure, he had threatened her a bit, tried to go all hardball cop on her, told her that if she would not cooperate he would make sure that she would be put away. But she could have easily have had any of Garza’s foot soldiers take care of him and return to her insouciant narco life. Instead, she became a DEA informant and they promised her protection and a life in the US. Eva had even started to fantasize about a small house somewhere boring, about getting a husband, a few kids, maybe even a job.

The truth was that she wanted out. She wanted out before Garza and his narco friends tired of her – they always did eventually. She wanted out before they realized that she knew too much to let her simply fade out of their circle, that she seen and heard things that were not meant for the delicate eyes and ears of a narco mistress.

That is why she had agreed. And over the last months and under the excruciatingly detailed instructions of that puta prosecutor she had gathered snippets of evidence. Bills, pictures of ledger pages, maps of routes, and addresses of safe houses. It was up to the cops to piece all that shit together into a solid case against Garza, and that was what they did. All that was left was for them to keep their part of the bargain and get her out of Juarez, out of Mexico.

Eva had started to get nervous. Something in Garza’s demeanour, something in his eyes had made her wonder if he suspected foul play. She wanted this to be over. For weeks she had urged Gabriel to get her out, and had begged him not to make her get the 2GB of info now stowed away in her handbag, hidden inside an empty lipstick case. Gabriel and the prosecutor had urged her to stay calm and to do as she was told. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine,” that pocha prosecutor had said. It was easy for her to say. Eva knew what Garza and his lieutenants did with treacherous bitches. For weeks now she has been having nightmares. Once she had woken up to Jacinto looking at her. “You talked in your sleep cariño”, he had whispered. “You sounded terrified.” Then he had fucked her, hard, choking her as he came. Eva knew that nothing turned him on as much as the glint of cold, naked fear in a woman’s eyes. Had she said anything in her sleep that had raised his suspicion?

No shit she was terrified.
 
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The sun beat down on the city like an oppressive overseer, the shimmer of heat rising from the asphalt. The man walking down a nondescript alley seemed not to mind the temperature; he wore a suit jacket with a button-down shirt beneath it, faded jeans and a pair of sensible yet stylish shoes. He checked his watch as he rounded a corner and smiled. Waiting for him was a couple, a man and woman. The man looked bedraggled while the woman looked jovial.

"You found him yet?"

"Yeah, we found him. He's at the Hotel Ruiz. Room 304. Looks like they're ready to pick someone up."

"You mean like a mole?"

"Exactly."

"Well fuck. I guess we'll see who it is when they stick their head out of their hole..."

The woman tossed Juancarlo a packet with pictures of the man staying in the hotel and some grainy shots of him meeting with someone in secret. Juancarlo laughed to himself as he flipped through the images, each one less in focus than the last. He tossed a wad of dollar bills at the woman, who caught it deftly in one hand, before turning back out of the alley and heading toward the hotel they'd mentioned.

His orders were just to tail the guy and find out what he was up to. No violence, even though Jacinto knew Juancarlo had a penchant for getting his hands dirty. So, he would follow this prick DEA man to his destination and report what they were after and who was feeding them info.

The hotel was nondescript and in a halfway decent neighborhood, so Juancarlo blended right into the foot traffic as he strode into the lobby.

"Room 304?"

"Turn left off the elevator and it'll be on your right."

"Thanks."

He didn't go directly to that room, but wandered the halls of that floor, familiarizing himself with the layout. Three stairwells, two elevators and several balconies. Easy enough to make an escape or make an "accident" if necessary.

After about an hour, Juancarlo left the hotel through a side entrance and got a cup of coffee at a cafe across the street. He sipped the piping hot drink slowly, waiting to see if his mark had somewhere to be.

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Gabriel Mendez hung up his phone and tossed it onto his hotel bed. He rubbed his eyes, red-rimmed from lack of sleep. His informant was urging him to make her extraction sooner rather than later; trying to rush what was supposed to be a delicate operation. He wanted to tell her to calm down, that everything would be fine, but they were dealing with one of the most notorious cartel kingpins in the past decade. He couldn't promise her anything, in truth. All Gabriel could do was set the plans in motion and hope that Jacinto Garza, The Scorpion, didn't sting him.

So now the plan had moved up, and he was to meet Eva at a diner tucked away in the barrio, away from most prying eyes, and spirit her away before anyone knew what was happening. Gabriel felt his stomach twisting in knots. Something about how insistent Eva was on the phone made him question the safety of his men, this plan. But it was the only chance he'd have to get enough evidence to bring him down.

He checked his watch and saw the time, swearing under his breath. Time to go. Gabriel grabbed his phone and slid it into his pocket, checking for his room key before departing.

30 minutes later, he stepped into El Chancho Negro, scanning the tables for his informant. The earpiece crackled as his team informed him of their positions and gave the all-clear. He spotted her and took a seat at her table.

"Buenos tardes, Eva."
 
“You’re late.”

Eva did not get up to greet Gabriel, nor did she extend her hand. An untouched glass of ice-cold lemonade stood in front of her.

“We should not linger here.”

Eva was wearing tight running pants and a thin t-shirt over her sports bra. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing no make-up. When she had left Jacinto’s house she had made a point of telling one of the sicarios there that she was going for an early evening run. The downside of that arrangement was that she had not been able to take anything else from the house. It did not matter. The DEA had promised to make sure she would get a decent new start on the other side of the border.

“You had promised me that we would be out of Juarez by now.” An edge of panic had crept into her voice that she did not like. She continued in a hurried whisper. “I expected your phone call last night. Last night!” With that, she peeled a small object from under her wristband and put it between them on the table. It was a small memory stick.

“This is the last one. It is all on there.” Eva looked at Gabriel, pushing the stick towards him with her fingertips. “If he knew I had this…” She did not finish the sentence. She did not have to. “I had that on me last night, hoping that you would keep your side of our agreement.” The accusation in her tone was clear. “Get me out of here, Gabriel. Now.” The panic was rising in her throat again, threatening to take over. “I think he knows something.

***
Emily shielded her eyes against the sun. Even in the late afternoon, the heat was stifling.

“Is there a reason we are meeting them in the goddamn desert?”

Emily looked at the cop who was leaning against the side of the car, wiping his forehead with a groan of discomfort. She bit back a comment on how she did not care for advice on how to do her job from her protective detail. “A security measure. Garza has eyes and ears on both sides of the border, and this operation is under wraps until our CI is safe.” It was clear that the officer did not think that this meeting qualified as safe, but he was wise enough not to verbalize that thought.

But Emily knew that Gabriel could be trusted. That he would show up and bring Eva with him. She looked at her watch, nervously biting her lip.

“They should be here any moment.”
 
"These kinds of things shouldn't be rushed. Too many mistakes to make..."

Gabriel gave up trying to explain the severity of the situation to her. He could see the raw fear in Eva's eyes. She had betrayed a man who held all the power necessary to make her disappear if he found out.

He wiped his brow with a napkin and listened for a moment to the voices in his earpiece, informing him of the status of their meeting and extraction point. There was a convoy waiting for them three blocks away and it would take them directly to a sparsely-used border gate. The DEA was already waiting for them there to take Eva into custody.

"Okay, we're going to get you out. We're leaving now. Come with me. And...thank you."

Gabriel got up from the table and exited El Chancho Negro, meeting two of his men at the door. They escorted both he and Eva to a waiting Humvee, where they loaded up and departed.

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Juancarlo watched from his seat across the street from the cafe he'd followed the DEA agent to. He sipped another piping hot coffee as he saw the man finally exit the building, with whoever this supposed mole was supposed to be.

He nearly spit his coffee when he saw the woman leaving with the DEA. It was Eva! This could not possibly be...unless...

Juancarlo left money for his drink at his table and took out his phone, calling someone on speed dial. He told the man who answered to get his tools ready and head for the border before hanging up and sliding into the driver's seat of a sleek black sedan.

He pulled out a few cars behind the Humvee that he'd seen Eva and the DEA man get into, keeping close without drawing too much attention. He debated calling Jacinto to let him know who the mole was, but he thought better of it. He needed to have proof before making such a bold accusation.

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The convoy arrived at the border gate, pulling in and forming a perimeter. Gabriel stepped out of the Humvee, signalling to Eva to wait for a moment.

"This area is secure?"

"As secure as it can be..."

The policeman seemed irritated and tired, which Gabriel understood fully.

"Alright, well our CI is in the Humvee. We need to make sure she gets completely out of this border zone. We're unsure if Garza has anyo-"

Gabriel's statement was cut short by an explosion. A grenade detonated just short of one of the perimeter vehicles, tossing it into the air and onto the car next to it. The police present tried to gather their ranks and assess the situation but another grenade sent half of them flying.

From his vantage on a neighboring hill, Juancarlo watched as the man he'd called executed his trade. The tools he'd brought were all weapons, and he made short work of the agents gathered at the gate. When the smoke started to clear, all that remained were Gabriel, the DEA agent, and Eva.

Juancarlo approached the wreckage and found the Humvee that held Eva relatively unharmed. He opened the door and smiled at her.

"Eva, you gone and done a real bad thing...Jacinto is gonna be pissed."

"Hey, Juancarlo...I found another one, a woman. She ain't dead but she's unconscious. Should I make her like the rest?"

"No. Put her in the van with that cabrón. I'm sure Jacinto will have fun with her."

Juancarlo smiled again as he dragged Eva out of the Humvee and shoved her unceremoniously into the back of the van with the other hostages. He climbed into the passenger seat and waited for his companion to start the engine.

Smoke curled in the air as they left, billowing like clouds as evening began to take over the horizon.
 
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Emily tensed as she saw the vehicles approaching. Finally. For the first time ever they were so close to bagging Garza that she could already hear the metallic click of the handcuffs around his wrists. A sound so soothing it almost made her purr in anticipation.

Her companion did not share the sentiment. “A fucking Humvee?” the police officer groaned. “A whole motherfucking convoy? Why not something even more noticeable? Why not a helicopter? Why not a whole fucking parade?”

Emily ignored him. She had worked with enough police officers to recognize this type: tough on the outside, but turning into whiny bitches in the face of nerve-wrecking stress. She did not blame him for it. Few people in El Paso felt the same humming excitement over going after narco kingpins that she did. Maybe that was the reason she had so few real friends.

The Humvee came to a halt and Mendez climbed out of the vehicle. Almost done. She leaned into her car to reach for the papers while her colleague went to greet his Mexican colleague.

Suddenly there was a white flash, and an explosion. Emily felt a piercing pain in her leg, then everything went black.

***

Eva looked out of the window of the Humvee, watching Mendez walk towards the American cop. A few more moments, and she would be out of this hellhole. A few formalities and she would be done. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror. Fuck, girl, you look tired. She heard muffled voices as the two policemen exchanged a few words. Hurry up, she whispered. Just get me out of-

Then everything happened at once. One explosion, then another. Eva screamed as the open door of the Humvee flew back against the vehicle. Something hit her, as she was thrown back towards the driver’s seat. There were screams outside, and the screech of metal crushing against metal.

Then only silence.

Everything seemed slightly out of focus. Her ears were ringing. For a moment all she could hear was her own frantic breathing, her own heartbeat echoing in her head. She tried to sit up again, groaning with pain. She could hear footsteps on the gravel outside. Then the door of the Humvee was opened from the outside.

“Eva, you gone and done a real bad thing...Jacinto is gonna be pissed.”

She stared at him. As it turned out the expression “being frozen with fear” was based on an actual physical reaction to an event so frightening that the whole body went into shock. Eva was unable to even lift a finger. “Juancarlo…baby…,” she tried lamely, knowing all too well that there was nothing, nothing at all, that she could say to convince him that this was not exactly what it looked like. She stared at the dead police officers on the ground with an emotion that resembled envy. At least they had put it all behind them already.

Juancarlo did not answer. Instead he roughly grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her out of the vehicle. Maybe it was a desperate trick of her brain, trying to distract her from going mad with fear, but the gesture brought back memories of evenings when he had grabbed her in a similar way to throw her on a bed to fuck her. Her memory dutifully added the detail that Juancarlo had always been a great lover, no matter how coked up they had both been, and no matter how rough he had wanted to play. One could say many bad things about Garza’s right-hand man, but he had always made sure that Eva came first, in every sense of the word.

It was safe to say that this would not be one of those times.

Eva barely noticed the cuts on her legs, where her running pants had been shredded by shrapnel. She also tasted blood in her mouth. Juancarlo shoved her into the van where Mendez was already sitting on the back bench, only half-conscious and bleeding. It was a miracle that the explosions had not killed him as they had the American, but Eva was pretty sure that he was not grateful for it.

At that moment the unconscious American prosecutor was shoved onto Mendez’ lap. Puta, Eva thought angrily. Maldita puta, I hope you come to before Jacinto will kill your ass. I would do it myself if I had the fucking chance. You are the reason that this is happening and I pray that Jacinto will make you pay for fucking not only with him, and for turning his favorite lady into a rat.

A rat he would now want to put down.

Juancarlo’s companion climbed onto the driver’s seat of the van and turned the ignition key. Eva was painfully aware of the memory stick that she had given Mendez earlier. Did he still have it? Did he have the sense to get rid of it before they grabbed him? It did not matter. The van lurched forward, dust spraying back from under its tires. Eva remained silent. There really was not much left to say.
 
The van cruised through barrio after barrio, off into the hills and more lush living conditions. It was near midnight when the vehicle came to a stop in a lavish garage, lined with sportscars from all over the world. Juancarlo and the driver exited the van and went around to the back to extract their hostages. Zip ties were used to bind their wrists and then they were led roughly through a side door and down a set of marble stairs.

"Eva...I can't believe you'd be a dirty rat...a double crosser....Jacinto loves you...we all do..."

Juancarlo paused at the foot of the stairs. "Well...did."

Each of the hostages was led to a different room, all sparsely furnished with a blanket, a pillow, and a bucket.

"You get to sleep here for now. Jacinto will likely want to see you one by one."

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"You're fucking with me."

"No, Boss. I wish that I was, but we found her with the DEA...we brought back the guy she's been feeding info to and there was some other puta..."

A glass went sailing across the room, shattering as it collided with the wall. A maid crept in almost immediately to clean the mess. She looked frightened, but the man who'd thrown the glass barely noticed her presence.

"Goddammit. Who the fuck can I trust anymore?"

"Boss, you know I'm your man. I wouldn't bring you such things if I wasn't."

"You know, you're right Juancarlo. Mi hermano. I tell you what. I'm not feeling particularly like speaking to anyone right now. But I think I'd like for Eva to know just how mad I am with her. Go teach her a lesson for me, would you?"

Juancarlo smiled a crooked smile and nodded.

"Yeah, Boss. I can do that for you."

He turned on his heel and left the room while Jacinto took a seat behind a large oak desk. He clenched his fists and slammed them down, causing the cleaning maid to jump nearly out of her skin as she finished her task and darted out of sight.
 
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