up into the hills to find the old way of life. Along the coast here itâs newer developments, tourism and a mish-mash of expected Mexican-ness, and then poverty: the ones who play up to the tourists attract the pesos, the ones who want nothing to do with them live a subsistence lifestyle that we outsiders always look at and pity. But itâs their choice, right?â
For a woman who liked a mani-pedi, and a good murder mystery, Ada Taylor seemed to have quite a lot to say for herself. I imagined that her desire to chat, and impart information, was often stifled by the domineering presence of Dorothea, and that her down-to-earth approach to life had been honed by decades of child rearing and husband wrangling.
âCome on, Frank; letâs go now, dear!â she called.
Frank harrumphed his way toward the front door. âTold you she could sort out all that technology stuff for you,â he said, with guarded pride. âHow about we meet you at the Amigos del Tequila later on for a bite? You could bring us up to date after your meeting with Al.â Frank looked hopeful.
âIâd enjoy that,â I said, half-truthfully, âbut I donât quite know what Al has planned for me, so I canât say.â
âHow about you take our cell number, and we can keep in touch?â suggested Ada.
âGood idea,â I said. We exchanged numbers. Thank goodness Bud made me buy a cheap roaming plan for our week here.
We waved to each other as they set off toward Casa Canuck. As soon as it seemed polite, I nipped inside, shut the door, and pulled up the internet on the TV screen. A few clicks and I managed to access my email. I waded through the long list of sales offers from plus-sized clothing companiesâitâs so depressing when most of your inbox looks like thatâand finally, there it was! Jackâs message.
I opened it and read as fast as I could, which, given that Iâm a speed-reader, was pretty quick.
Hi CaitâI wonât beat about the bush. This is bad. Iâve spoken to an old CSIS colleague of mine in Ottawa, and heâs promised to get in touch with an associated operative in the area, with whom I can liaise when I arrive. Funny thing is I know the person, kind of, and I never knew they were âin the business.â Good cover. Ottawaâs not happy about the situation. None of us are. Iâm on a flight at 3:00 PM tomorrow. I should be at my condo by about 9:00 PM . Iâll phone you when I get in. Meanwhile, hereâs some advice: donât get involved, keep your head down, stick to your cover story, and donât let anyone know what you do for a living, especially your role as a consultant with the Integrated Homicide Team here in the Lower Mainland. Henry thinks youâre a friend of ours, thatâs me and Sheila. Stick to that. Be vague. Act as though youâre on vacation. If you mix with the folks at the hacienda, be careful not to give yourself away. Steer clear of the cops and the crime scene, and, above all, make absolutely no effort to contact Bud, or even find out anything about him. Iâm guessing that this murder will become a hot topic there: stay out of the conversations. If you need to, just hunker down next to Henryâs pool and read a book or something. I trust you to do this. I know itâs what Bud would want. Heâs following protocol, and you need to follow it too. Bud will hope that youâve left. Heâll probably think you have. So be as good as not there. Not to put too fine a point on it, but Budâs probably pretty safe if heâs at the local cop shop. Once heâs in the general population, if anyone finds out who he is, given his role in the gang and drug-running task force, he could be in grave danger. No one can know his name, or his background. Iâm sure you understand. If you go anywhere near him, the chances of someone making a connection increase. So donât. I know the
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