The businessmen considered the street boys as vermin. At another time Gonzalez would have talked shop with the man about the murderous skills he learned as a skinny sore-plagued orphan in the squalid alleys of Buenos Aires, where he'd dodged death squads hired by local businessmen.
Lean and snake-like in his movements, an assassin like himself. The man standing quietly on his right was more to his liking. Gonzalez wasn't about to be killed because a sniveling coward couldn't keep his mouth shut. They'd been ordered to remain silent or be shot. "Greetings, my brothers," it said in aristocratic Castilian Spanish. And he went by the name of George Wingate.Ī voice came out of the night, amplified by loudspeakers. Only then the man with Halcon was wearing work clothes and had long hair and a thick white beard. He was sure of it, despite the clean.shaven face and the tailored suit. He had just seen the same' man in Arizona. He leaned against the cold concrete, still not believing the evidence of his eyes. In the fleeting second he had framed the white-haired man in the viewfinder Zavala had frozen his likeness on his retinas. The flat terrain gave way to rolling hills and more forested areas. In time the suburbs and shopping malls thinned out. They headed out of the city on the expressway in a northwest direction. He followed the limo onto the street, keeping one or two cars between him and his objective. Quickly regaining his composure, Zavala dashed for his rental car.
He got a new grip on the branch and watched, fascinated, as a remarkable scene began to unfold. He was about to climb down the tree when a light flicked on and he saw a strange sight. After several minutes during which he squinted into the darkness in a vain attempt to make out details, he decided he had seen all he was going to see. He tried to call Austin but his cell phone failed to pick up a signal. This was crazy! An ancient city in the wilds of the Texas countryside. Gonzalez thought the black-and-white sphere was a soccer ball until it rolled to a stop about midway between the two facing lines of men and he saw that its markings were images of skulls. He was surprised by a round object that flew out of the darkness and hit the ground with a bounce. His feet hurt from the unaccustomed standing. He braced himself for the hail of lead that must soon come smashing into his body, hoping that it would be quick.
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