The John Marquez series by Kirk Russell
SHELL GAMES
NIGHT GAMES
DEADGAME
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British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data
Russell, Kirk, 1954
Redback.
1. Marquez, John (Fictitious character) Fiction.
2. California. Dept. of Fish and Game Employees
Fiction. 3. Government investigators California
Fiction. 4. Drug dealers Mexico Fiction. 5. Wildlife
smuggling Fiction. 6. Detective and mystery stories.
I. Title
813.6-dc22
ISBN-13: 978-1-78010-060-9 (ePub)
ISBN-13: 978-0-7278-6965-4 (cased)
ISBN-13: 978-1-84751-294-9 (trade paper)
Except where actual historical events and characters are being described for the storyline of this novel, all situations in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to living persons is purely coincidental.
For Judy
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
As with the first three Marquez novels many thanks go to Nancy Foley, Chief of Patrol, head of the law enforcement branch of California Fish and Game, and Kathy Ponting, the real-life Marquez, patrol lieutenant of the Special Operations Unit, the SOU. And thanks as well to George Fong, former FBI Assistant Inspector at FBI Headquarters. Without Georges help Marquez never would have made it on to a task force and out into the broader world. Though he appears in the book climbing mountains, Adrian Muller did more than that to help this book along. Finally, and once again, many thanks to my agent, the indomitable Philip Spitzer.
I
Group 5
(June 1989)
II
Green Book
(June 2009)
III
Angel of the Wild
ONE
Baja California, Mexico
I n the summer heat, glare, and dust of Tijuana, Marquez picked up their informant, Billy Takado, and drove east across the desert plain toward the dry folds of the Sierra de Juarez and a meeting with the most violent cartel in Mexico. On a pass high in the Juarez he pulled over. He retrieved the satellite phone from the trunk and as he waited for it to connect studied the thin road below where it left the mountains and ran through the pueblo, and out through fields of alfalfa and pale green maize to the abandoned bull ring across the valley. The bull ring was a dark ellipse in afternoon shadow. The bull ring was where the meeting would go down.
When one of his squad, Sheryl Javits, answered, Marquez said, Were close. Tell them well come through the pueblo in about twenty minutes.
Mexican Federal Judicial Police, the Mex Feds, were backing them up today. From her desk at the Drug Enforcement Administration Field Office in Los Angeles, Sheryl was coordinating. Marquez stowed the phone and tried to get Billy talking again as he got back in the car. Somewhere along the climb up the pass Takado had gone quiet.
They drove the potholed road through the pueblo past a whitewashed church and cinderblock buildings with corrugated tin roofs, and on through air rich with the sweet heavy smell of alfalfa. When they reached the bull ring two armed cartel guards waited beside a jeep parked near rusted entry gates. The guards watched the Cadillac, with its show pipes, candy paint, and trick wheels, roll through the dust and stop.
Marquez got out first. He wore snakeskin boots, black jeans, and a white linen shirt with gold-colored threads woven through it. The back of the shirt was damp with sweat after the long drive. He wore a heavy Rolex and wrap-around Ray-Bans. Billy wore clothes the Salazar brothers knew him by, Hawaiian shirt, gray cotton slacks, and sandals.
As the guards approached, Billy said quietly, I know the one on the right. Hes a cop in Tijuana.
That was who patted them down, jabbing fingers hard into armpits and groin before leading them into the bull ring where Marquez took in a thousand splintered and sun-silvered wood seats and ground hard as stone. He watched the guards take up positions and then looked past them to the rim of the arena and the bright blue sky over the mountains. When he heard a car he looked back at the gates. A black Mercedes sedan with tinted windows pulled up. Dust cleared and as the right rear door opened, Marquez felt both fear and exhilaration.
Special Agent John Marquez was thirty-one with eight years in at the DEA. He was young to be supervisor of a squad, but his career so far was a string of successes. His squad, Group 5, worked Baja traffic. In the last six months theyd focused strictly on the Tijuana-based Salazar Cartel. A week ago things started coming together and now were moving so fast Marquez didnt feel enough in control. Yet he wanted to keep it happening. In just a few days they had bumped up from the low level management to this meeting.
His hope was that Luis, the younger Salazar brother, would get out of the car. Luis was the one to connect with. The older brother, Miguel, was an unstable sociopath, and Luiss ambitions were more than enough. Luis wanted to wipe out the competitors, control Baja, and then keep expanding Salazar business in the US. He wanted the great cocaine cities of the east coast, New York, Miami, Washington, and Boston.
Neither brother got out of the car. Instead, it was someone Marquez had never seen before, a tall man, tanned and sure of himself. Looked like he was early forties, dark-haired, possibly European, possibly Spanish, and with a posture and stride Marquez knew he would remember. This could be the money man theyd heard whispers about, the financier. He wore a coat in the heat and made eye contact with Marquez as he walked toward them. But it didnt feel right, and when he reached them he shook Marquezs hand without giving his name. He stared at Billy as he pulled papers from his coat.
He handed the papers to Marquez, saying, Youre going to carry a message back to the DEA from the Salazars. As Marquez read the papers the man turned to Takado and asked in a quiet almost gentle voice, Did you really think Id forget?
The papers were copies of Federal personnel forms, the individual 52s for Jim Osiers, Brian Hidalgo, Sheryl Javits, Ramon Green, and himself, his squad, Group 5. Marquez shuffled through them as he tried to figure a way out of this.
Tell them this, anyone who works against the Salazars is in danger. So are their families. We will kill your girlfriends, your wives, your children. Do you understand?
That was it, meeting blown, meeting over, and with Billy walking stiffly just ahead of Marquez they headed toward the car. They were nearly to the Cadillac when a door of the Mercedes opened behind them. Marquez heard the door fall shut, the footsteps coming and knew from the footfall that whoever it was would catch them.
He said quietly to Billy, Dont look back. Dont look up. Just get in the car. Were out of here.