From what Jack had gathered from Jorge, Mr. Paco Ramirez fancied himself a wheeler-dealer, especially in real estate. Liked to pick up bargains in the current upmarket and turn them around for a quick profit. Guys like him were always on the lookout for someone in a hurry to sell. Jack’s flyer had served up a deal he was sure Mr. Ramirez was salivating over.

“All right,” Jack said. “He’s nibbling the bait. Now we’ve got to set the hook and reel him in.”

He used Jorge’s phone to call Ramirez’s office. The man was on the line only seconds after Jack told the receptionist he was David Johns. After a little polite small talk, Ramirez cut to the chase and they set up an appointment to inspect the property the following morning at nine sharp.

“What do we do now?” Jorge asked.

“‘We’ don’t do anything,” Jack told him. “From now on it’s just me. The most important thing for you to do is stay away from that town house. Ramirez gets one hint that you’re involved, and he’ll be gone. Just stay here tomorrow morning and answer the phone. I may have to make a call. I’ll ask questions, and you answer them anyway you want—give me the weather report, I don’t care. I just want a voice on the other end.”

Jorge pursed his thick lips. “Esplain to me again, por favor, how this will get my money back.”

“Okay. Once more. I’m going to get your money by convincing Ramirez to give me a big cash deposit on the town house.”

Jorge shook his head. “But he is no fool, Mr. Jack.”

“I’m sure he’s not. But I know his type: He gets off on screwing people. He likes to find a little guy, or someone at a disadvantage, and take them for all he can. He could have afforded all along to pay you for your work, but he chose not to. Why? Because he discovered a weak spot—your illegal relatives working for you—and he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take advantage of that. It’s a power trip.”

“You know others like Ramirez?”

Jack nodded. “Hell, yes. They keep me in business. I’ve become a sort of expert on these guys. I’m going to turn Ramirez’s game back on him. I’m going to put a sweet deal in front of him and let him think he’s screwing someone in the bargain.”

“But cash? He will not give you cash.”

“He will if he thinks I don’t want it.”

Jorge was shaking his head again. Jack had noticed him doing that a lot lately.

“Trust me,” Jack said. “Even if it doesn’t work, at least we’ll have some fun with Ramirez.”

Jorge’s scowl said fun was the last thing on his mind.

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