“I’m just guessing, but I don’t think Byron Miller is going to host a felon for very long. Either he wants something from the guy, or the place he’s headed for isn’t quite ready yet, but I think they’re going to move him soon.”
“What sort of guy is Miller?” Stone asked.
“A hard-ass. None of the lawyers I know like him, and he enjoys his reputation for being tough. If you cross him, he’ll screw you first and ask questions later.” Ed handed them a card and some car keys. “Here’s my office number and the cell, too, and you can use the Jeep outside for as long as the wife is out of town, and she’s not due back until next week. There are some binoculars in the center console. Have you got a cell phone?”
Stone wrote down both their cell numbers.
“Okay, have a good time,” Ed said, and he was gone.
Stone and Holly followed Ed’s directions, and Stone stopped the Jeep Grand Cherokee at the top of a hill. “That’s the house out there,” he said, pointing to an adobe-colored lump on the land nearly a mile away. “Let’s get a closer look.” He drove slowly down the road, enjoying the view to the north, until they came to a long wall.
“The place looks like a monastery,” Holly said, pointing at the bell over the gate.
“We’d better turn around,” Stone said, pointing at a sign that told them the road was a dead end. “We can’t just camp out in front of the place.” He drove back to the hilltop where they could see the house. “Anybody who leaves is going to have to come this way. There’s no other road.” He turned off on a dirt track that ended in a clearing, then pointed the car toward the house. “Good view,” he said, rolling down the windows and taking the binoculars out of the center console.
“So we’re just going to sit here?” Holly asked.
“We can’t bust in there and take Trini,” Stone said. “You know whose house it is.” He trained the binoculars on the house. “Nobody’s moving.”
They sat for three hours, listening to a local radio station and watching the house. The day grew warm.
“This is really boring,” Holly said.
“Sounds like you’ve never done a lot of stakeout work,” Stone replied.
“No, I haven’t, and now I know why. I like to keep on the move.”
“Tell you what, why don’t you drive back to Tesuque and get us some sandwiches? I’ll stay here and keep an eye on the house.”
“What happens if Trini moves?”
“I’ll call you on your cell phone. You can head them off.”
“And leave you sitting here?”
“I’ll call Ed or a cab, if you have to follow somebody,” Stone said, getting out of the car.
Holly got into the driver’s seat. “What do you want?”
“A sandwich and a diet soda will do.”
“See you soon.” She started the car and turned back toward Tano Norte.
Stone settled himself under a piñon tree and took in the landscape. To the west a series of mountains rose, and from the map he figured out that was where Los Alamos was. The Rio Grande was supposed to be somewhere over there, but he couldn’t see it. He picked out various spots on the landscape with the binoculars, occasionally checking the house.
He began to get drowsy and stood up to get his circulation going. What the hell was he doing out here in the high desert, watching a house, hoping Trini would move? He should be in New York, getting some work done, making some money, instead of letting this girl drag him all over the country.
Holly returned with their sandwiches, and they had just begun to eat when there was movement at the house.
“Some people down there,” she said, grabbing the binoculars.
Four or five people had materialized from somewhere and were standing around a car, talking.
“Is one of them Trini?” Stone asked.
“I think so. It’s hard to tell.”
The people continued to talk, then they got into two cars and left the house, driving up the road toward them.