“Your knife did not kill him?”
“No.”
“Then you have nothing to fear. He was not killed with your knife.”
“If I was not there, how did my knife fall to the ground?” demanded Torres hotly. “Perhaps I shot him and lost the knife.”
“Perhaps.” Garcia was agreeable. “I think we will be safer across the border.”
But Torres shook his head.
“Not yet. Some of these days we might, but not now. There is too much money to be made here.”
“A slit throat does not taste wine,” said Garcia. “Money is of no value to a corpse. I would rather drink Guadalupe’s vile tequila in safety than to risk my neck for champagne.”
tequila“There may be virtue in all that,” replied Torres.
“Go, if you are afraid. If not, stop croaking. I have business to attend to in Pinnacle. Guadalupe sent a message to Kern yeste
