David Corbett - The Devil’s Redhead

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Freelance photographer and wildcat smuggler Dan Abatangelo blows into Vegas to hit the tables and taste the nightlife. In his path waits Shel Beaudry, a knockout redhead with a smile that says Gentlemen, start your engines. The attraction is instant – and soon the two are living the gypsy life on the West Coast, where Dan captains a distribution ring for premium Thai marijuana. His credo: "No guns, no gangsters, it's only money."
But the trade is changing. Eager to get out, Dan plans one last run, judges poorly, and is betrayed by an underling and caught by the DEA. To secure light time for Shel and his crew, Dan takes the fall and pleads to ten years. Now, having served the full term, he emerges from prison a man with a hardened will but an unchanged heart. Though probation guidelines forbid any contact with Shel, a convicted felon, he sets his focus on one thing: finding her.
Shel's life has taken a different turn since her release from prison. She has met Frank Maas, a recovering addict whose son died a merciless death. Driven by pity, Shel dedicates herself to nursing Frank back from grief and saving him from madness. But his weaknesses push him into the grip of a homegrown crime syndicate in command of the local methamphetamine trade. Mexicans are stealing the syndicate's territory, setting in motion a brutal chain of events that engulf Frank, Shel, and Dan in a race-fueled drug war from which none will escape unscathed.

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“He’s the boss,” Cesar said.

“I thought you worked for some guy named Moreira.”

“Don Rolando?”

“Rolando Moreira, yeah.”

“He owns the hotel where we met,” Cesar admitted. “A hacendado , land owner, developer, you know. But I work for El Zopilote. He’d like to meet you, by the way.”

“Abrazo,” Humberto shouted suddenly from the backseat. “Quihubo, amigo.” He and Pepe started giggling again. Cesar reached over and slapped at Humberto’s head. Humberto yipped in mock pain and he and Pepe fell into dopey laughter. Cesar turned back to Frank. “Idiots,” he said apologetically.

“Tell Señor Zopilote or whatever you really call him I’d be glad to make his acquaintance,” Frank lied. Buy time, he thought.

“Bravo,” Cesar said. “Tonight?”

Overhead, the moon vanished again beyond the clouds.

“Tonight’s a little soon,” Frank said. “When things settle down. There’s gonna be quite a stir once Felix finds his stuff is gone.”

“Perfect,” Cesar said. “Because I was told to pass along a little something. An offer. If you want to make some real money, we are very interested in learning how to get a message to Mr. Felix.”

Frank, to conceal his shaking, toed the gravel at his feet. “No fooling? What sort of message?”

“A friendly message.”

From behind, Frank heard Mooch whisper, “Fan mail? From some flounder?”

Frank spun around and glared. Mooch coughed in his hand and stared off toward the refineries. Turning back to Cesar, Frank leaned down closer to the car window and asked, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with that chavo got strung up to a tree out on Kirker Pass Road, would it?”

With his forefinger Cesar scoured a cigarette pack tucked inside his shirt pocket. Shortly he withdrew a mangled cigarette and put it to his lips. “A friendly message,” he repeated.

“I thought your boss Moreira had no truck with crank,” Frank said. “Just a builder.”

“Absolutely,” Cesar responded.

“But El Zopilote, he’s more broad-minded.”

“Francisco…”

Frank leaned down closer and whispered, “That’s what this was all about, right? You didn’t need any cable, you didn’t need any of that shit, or not so much you were willing to pay me thirty grand. You wanted a crack at Felix Randall. A little venganza , am I right? What was the boy’s name? Gaspar Arevalo. From the county of Sonora, if I remember right.”

“We would be very interested,” Cesar responded. He extended his hand in the Latin fashion, palm down, for Frank to take. “We’ll make it worth your while. We already have. We’ll talk?”

Frank took Cesar’s hand, gripped it perfunctorily, and stepped backed from the car.

“Till then,” Cesar said. He put the sedan in gear and eased it from the gravel shoulder. As they went, Humberto sang, “Vaya con Dios… Quihubo culero Francisco…”

Frank stared at the receding car with newfound dread. Collecting himself after a moment, he signaled for the brothers to get back in the truck.

“That little guy,” one of the twins remarked. “He’s one butt-ugly little cooze.”

Frank turned about in a sudden fury. It was Mooch, of course. “Come again?”

Mooch took a step back. “Hold the phone, Frank.”

“You know what ‘cooze’ means in the joint, right?”

The boy kept retreating.

“I asked you a question.”

“ ‘Cooze.’ ‘Cooze,’ it’s a fucking word.”

“Hey, Frank,” the other brother said, stepping between them. He was chafing his arms. “Frank-o buddy, he didn’t mean anything, okay? Let’s hit it.”

Frank stood his ground. “That’s just what you need, Mooch,” he shouted. He felt strangely infuriated at the boy’s helpless stupidity. “Some joint time. Let some buck nigger put some flavor in his behavior. You can chalk his stick.”

“Frank,” Chewy said again, reaching out for Frank’s arm. “Let it go. All right? He didn’t mean anything.”

Frank tore his cap off, flung it to the ground then kicked it for good measure. Standing there stock-still for a moment, he realized it had all been decided. It was out of his hands. He picked up his hat, swatted it against his leg and fit it back on top of his head.

“Get in the truck,” he said.

With the twins in back he put the four-by-four in gear again and headed up Pacheco Creek, south to the highway. There he turned east, toward Willow Pass where they’d cross the Diablo foothills. As he drove, Frank checked in back, to make sure the twins were occupied, then he withdrew the Ruger from his waistband and the clip from his pocket, stowing both in the glove compartment. After thinking it over he removed the eight ball of cocaine from his shirt pocket and threw it in with the gun.

They followed Marsh Creek through the arroyos into pasture lowlands, heading toward the Delta tule marshes. The brothers rented a split-level house near Sand Mound Slough. The house sat alone on a dirt road rimmed with cattails. Grime hazed the windows. An antenna clamped to the chimney hung loose, shorn free by the wind.

Frank pulled into the garage. After securing the door behind the truck, the twins came front. Frank opened the glove compartment, removed the eight ball, and waggled it at eye level. “I’d say we deserve ourselves a little victory ball.”

Mooch eyed the bundle with fond surprise. “Well, hey,” he said.

“Check out what the wets left behind.” Frank pulled out the 9 mm and its clip and held them out in his palm.

Chewy eyed the weapon with instant dread. “I knew it, I fucking knew it,” he said. “You’re a damn fool, Frank, walking unpacked into a trade with those fuckers.”

“I walk in packed,” Frank said, “something goes haywire, they toss me and find a gun? Here, take this.”

He handed the Ruger to Chewy. Chewy accepted it in both palms and held it there, like it was sleeping. Like it might wake up. Frank took the clip away from him, emptied it of rounds, then handed it back. He pocketed the bullets, which were hollow-points. “Feel better now?” he asked.

“Some,” Chewy admitted.

Frank brandished the eight ball again. “We gonna hoot the toot or think deep thoughts here?”

“What about the count?”

Frank shrugged. “Money going somewhere?”

The brothers looked at one another. Trick question.

“Thought not,” Frank said. “Let’s get hammered. I hate counting. Thankless goddamn chore.”

Inside the house, every surface wore a glaze of dust. Discarded socks and magazines lay scattered under chairs, behind curtains.

“Bring the party,” Mooch called back over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs.

Abatangelo drove back and forth outside the Akers property twice before deciding he had the right place. It wasn’t till he turned off the road that he spotted a pickup truck with a man at the wheel, parked beyond a stone wall about twenty yards in.

The pickup’s headlights came on and the truck lurched out, blocking the way amid a cloud of dust and exhaust. The driver yammered into a wireless phone over the throb of the truck engine, squinting out into the glare from Abatangelo’s headlights. He was little more than a kid, not much older than the boys who’d provided directions out here, and whoever he was talking to was giving him a hard time. The conversation went from heated to pitched and ended in a shout before the kid slammed down the phone, killed the truck motor, threw open the door and marched forward, rocks crunching beneath his boots. He carried a Maglite with him, flicking the beam on as he came to the driver’s side window of the car. He pointed it inside, scouring the front seat first. Then he raised the beam into Abatangelo’s face.

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