‘Several, maybe.’ He was sitting with Ochoa a few metres up the slope, waiting as the troopers got a fire going to brew coffee. ‘What the fuck was that Yanqui doing here?’ ‘Maybe he was telling the truth when he said he got lost, sir?’ ‘Or maybe he was telling a fucking blatant lie, Corporal, since he was with that French degenerate.’ Guzmán took a long pull on his cigarette and stared at the two civil guards idly chatting near the fire. ‘Time you morons started pulling your weight.’ He glared at them. ‘You’re from this part of the country, aren’t you, Ruiz?’ ‘Sí, mi Comandante.’ ‘So tell me where you’d hide a body round here.’ He glanced at the corpses sprawled nearby and corrected himself. ‘Tell me where you’d hide two bodies.’ The men entered into a hurried discussion. ‘La Cueva de Mari, Comandante,’ Ruiz said finally. ‘Her again?’ Guzmán scoffed. ‘Puta madre, just how will the goddess help us this time?’ ‘La Cueva de Mari is a cave in the side of the mountain,’ Diaz explained.
