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The huge man waved at Soh to cut him off. “It is too late for that, my friend,” he said. “Juan Suarez is dead. Most of your people are dead.” Soh’s face went whiter still and he started to try to talk, but Pineda held a hand up to silence him. “I recruited Suarez in El Salvador, and brought him to this country. You were doing good business out here, but there were rumors that you were no longer loyal. There were rumors that you were no longer paying your tributes in full. There was a rumor that you were building an army for yourself. I sent Suarez out here to look into that. I thought he would likely kill you in a matter of weeks, and that would have been fine with me.”
Pineda shifted his weight, and the chair gave a loud shriek.
“He didn’t, though. Instead, he fell under your spell, and pledged his allegiance to you.” Pineda drummed his fat fingers on the table, and it was like each tap was the pounding of a great bass drum. “Do you think you can cast the same spell on me?” He looked sideways at Soh, the way a giant lizard might look at its prey.
He shook his head slowly. “Juan Suarez received his fate. Will you accept your fate as well?”
Soh looked around the room, and Cormack could see the panic in his eyes. All at once, he leaped from his chair and shouted orders at the three men standing behind him. They reacted, but not in the way that he anticipated. One of them drove the butt of his gun into Soh’s stomach, and the other two fell upon him to restrain him.
“Bring him to the car,” Pineda said. “And bring the machetes.”
He stood up, and the chair breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Cormack. “It was dangerous of you to contact me.”
“I didn’t think I had a choice. And I knew my counterpart in Los Angeles would know how to reach you.”
“How?”
Cormack shrugged. “It’s the job of the head of the harbor union to know everything that happens in his harbor. I just figured…”
“Thank you for the information,” Pineda said.
Cormack stood. “I thought you should know.”
“I will make sure that whoever takes over here will obey your rules.”
Cormack knew that that was a lie, but there seemed little advantage in pointing that out at the moment. He just nodded and walked to the door.
Behind him, he could hear Soh shout his name, but he was immediately silenced, as the three men he had thought were loyal to him pummeled him into the cement floor.
Cormack walked out without looking back.
SEVENTY-SIX
Friday, September 6