“What’s it to you?”
“It’s dangerous.”
Before she could comment on a professional smuggler’s calling smoking dangerous, Juan stepped forward. “Everything O.K.?”
“Everything’s perfect.”
“I mean, after that bust…”
“I took care of it, Juan. It was a security leak. Which no longer exists. They dropped the charges. That’s why there are lawyers.”
“And you don’t think they’re watching you?”
“They can’t.” Flat statement, that little smile.
Juan shook his head. “I believe you. Why, I don’t know, after dealing with those two fuckups down there.”
“That’s why I brought your merchandise down here myself. I’ve paid them off. Trigg’s a good dumb redneck houndsman, but I should know better than to trust anybody as talkative as Hargrave, even when he comes with a recommendation from Don Carlos. Tur
