Lisa nodded, and Dave went into the office, shining a flashlight around the perimeter until he located two file cabinets. He opened the drawers and scanned the contents, pulling out one file after another. Some of them didn't seem to pertain to anything concerning the drugs, unless he just wasn't seeing the connection. Some appeared to be production reports, which might help prove the magnitude of the operation but not who was involved. But when he came upon a folder containing a list of names, he knew he'd found something they could use.

He stuffed the lists back inside the file, tucked it under his arm, and shut the drawer. He came out of the office.

"Find anything?" Lisa asked.

"I think I struck gold."

He opened the file folder and Lisa shined the flashlight on it.

"See these names?" he said. "Looks to me like they belong to pharmaceutical sales reps who are peddling legitimate products along with the counterfeit one. Every one of them is a.s.sociated with a city, a territory, and a list of pharmacies."

"Do you see Robert's name anywhere?"

"No, but unless I miss my guess, this list could lead us right to one of the sales reps, who just might be willing to give Robert up in exchange for immunity. And look at this."

He flipped a couple of pages, then pointed. "It looks as if the network spreads throughout Texas, running all the way from San Antonio to Dallas, then east to the Louisiana border."

"Right through Tolosa?"

"Exactly. If I can fax these doc.u.ments to Alex, he can help us out on that end. Find somebody who's willing to talk."

"That's perfect."

"Any idea where there's a fax machine in this town?"

"Sure. At the clinic."

"Any other place?"

"I have no idea. Santa Rios isn't exactly the business hub of central Mexico."

"Then we need to get into the clinic."

"I have a key. But isn't that a little dangerous?"

"Would Robert have any reason to be there this late?"

"I can't see why. But the apartment building where he stays is right next door."

"As long as we're careful, we should be able to get in and get out without anyone knowing it. Five minutes, max."

They left the mining camp with the file folders, and a few minutes later Dave parked the car a block away in the alley that ran behind the clinic. Keeping an eye on the apartments next door, they approached the building, finding it completely dark. Lisa put a key in the lock and let them in. Dave flicked on a flashlight, holding it toward the floor, and they went into the small administrative office and found the fax machine.

"Wait a minute," Lisa said. "If Robert sees phone records with a call to Tolosa-"

"He'll probably never even notice. And even if he does, I doubt he'll put two and two together." Dave glanced over his shoulder. "If Robert were to come here, would he enter through the front door or the back?"

"The back."

"Keep watch for me."

Lisa went to the window and peered through the blinds to the apartment building next door.

"Everything's quiet," she told Dave.

"Good. This'll only take a minute."

Dave picked up the phone and dialed Alex's house. His brother came on the line.

"Alex. It's me."

"Dave! Where are you?"

"No questions. Just shut up and listen. I'm deadly f.u.c.king serious here."

Dave's voice stopped his brother short. "I'm listening."

"Give me your fax number. Home."

Alex gave it to him, and Dave wrote it down.

"I'm sending you some doc.u.ments. Very important, very confidential. I'm going to call you back the moment I send them to make sure you got them, then call you later and explain."

"Okay. I'll be waiting."

Dave hung up the phone, dialed the number he'd written down, and pushed the send b.u.t.ton. He held his breath as the speaker in the fax machine blared out the number dialing, then the ring.

"d.a.m.n, that's loud," he whispered. "Are we okay out there?"

"n.o.body in sight."

Now, if only this machine didn't glitch and Alex's machine picked up . . .

Dave watched and waited. Finally the machine caught the first page and pulled it through with a soft mechanical grinding noise, and then the others after that. d.a.m.n. d.a.m.n. Did it always take this long for a fax machine to suck up a doc.u.ment and send it? Did it always take this long for a fax machine to suck up a doc.u.ment and send it?

Finally the machine beeped, signaling that the transmission was complete.

Dave picked up the phone, called Alex back and verified that he had the doc.u.ments and that he could read them clearly, then hung up. Dave quickly grabbed the sheets he'd faxed and stuffed them into the file folder.

"Done," he said. "Let's get out of here."

They hurried out of the room, closing the office door behind them. Dave followed Lisa out of the clinic. Watching the apartment building carefully, they hurried to the car and backed out of the alley. Ten minutes later, they were back at Sera's house. Dave phoned Alex.

"Tell me what I'm looking at," Alex said.

"Distribution records of the pharmaceutical drug ring based out of Santa Rios. Names a.s.sociated with pharmacies all over Texas and New Mexico. Look near the bottom of the fourth page. The network goes through Dallas all the way to Tyler and Tolosa."

"So who do you think the names are beside the pharmacies?"

"Maybe the pharmacists themselves, but I'm betting they're sales reps acting as middlemen. You'll be able to find out quickly enough. The pharmacies may not even know they're getting counterfeit product. They're buying the drugs in good faith and selling them as if they're the real thing."

"You could be right," Alex said.

"Can you find out for sure who these people are? Lean on a few of them for me and find somebody who'll talk? We know Robert Douglas is at the heart of the operation, but we need somebody who's willing to testify to that, or lead us to somebody who can."

"I'll see what I can do. So where is Douglas right now?"

"In Santa Rios. But we've found out that he's flying out tomorrow afternoon so he can be at Adam Decker's memorial service in San Antonio on Thursday morning."

"Give me the number where you are."

Dave gave him Sera's phone number.

"I'll start first thing in the morning," Alex said. "When are you coming back?"

"As soon as I know for sure that you've got somebody who'll talk and no more evidence is necessary. We can be back in a matter of a few hours."

"Okay. I'll do what I can."

"How is Ashley? Does she miss me?"

"Miss you? h.e.l.l, no. When is there time to miss you? John bought her a pony, and tomorrow they're taking her to Disney World. He nixed the college education thing, though. He figures that's your responsibility."

"John's a smart-a.s.s."

Alex's voice became serious. "Of course she misses you. So be careful."

"I hear you. You just get me that informant and everything's going to be fine. Get back to me as soon as you can."

"Consider it done."

"Give Ashley a kiss for me."

"Consider that done, too."

Dave hung up the phone and turned to Lisa.

"So what now?" she asked.

"We wait."

Adam lay in the backseat of the car, staring out the window into the night sky, wishing the clouds would pa.s.s. A bright moon would help. Stars. Some kind of light. They'd been traveling over two hours, the miles speeding away beneath them, but still they weren't moving fast enough.

He looked over at Gabrio asleep in the front seat, then turned his gaze to Sera. He tried to picture her face in his mind, but other thoughts crept in, and the longer he lay in the darkness, the more completely the barren landscape invaded his consciousness.

Sleep. Just sleep. That's all you have to do. Then when you wake up, you'll be there. People. City lights. And then you'll wake up, you'll be there. People. City lights. And then you'll be fine. be fine.

But with every mile that pa.s.sed away his nerves felt more taut, his mind jumbled and dark. A sense of deja vu rose inside him that made his stomach turn over.

He heard Ellen's voice, soft but desperate: Adam. Something's wrong. Adam. Something's wrong.

He'd heard those words a thousand times inside his head in the past three years, ten thousand times, and now he heard them louder than ever. They seemed to latch on to one corner of his mind, then balloon up inside him until they drove every other thought away. No matter what he did, he heard every tortured breath, every gasp of pain, every agonized sound of Ellen's cries unleashed inside his head.

Adam, help me! Please help me!

And then the most horrifying thought of all swept through his mind. He saw not Ellen's terrified face but Sera's, crying in pain, begging with him, pleading with him. . . .

A strangled gasp tore from his throat. "Sera, stop the car."

She whipped around. "What?"

He sat up, his head pounding. "I said stop!"

Sera wheeled the car to the shoulder of the road and put it in park, the engine still running. Leaping out of the car, she yanked open the back door. She climbed in and knelt down beside him, her face filled with panic. "Adam, what is it?"

He squeezed his eyes closed, trying desperately to get a grip on himself. He took several deep breaths, hating the fear and despair that had taken hold of him one more time.

"I can't lie in the backseat of this car. Not on this road. Not in the dark."

"What's the matter?"

He couldn't tell her. He couldn't say it. G.o.d, the last thing he wanted to do on this barren stretch of road was tell her why his heart was pounding and his mouth was dry and his mind just wouldn't forget.

Hold it together. You have to hold it together.

"It's just . . . I just need to sit up front."

"You need to lie down."

"No! d.a.m.n it, I need to get out of here!"

Sera recoiled. Gabrio looked over the backseat, his face startled. You're scaring him. You're scaring that poor kid to You're scaring him. You're scaring that poor kid to death, and that's the last thing on earth he needs right now. death, and that's the last thing on earth he needs right now.

Adam held up his palm. "I'm sorry," he said, hoa.r.s.eness clogging his voice. "I just . . . I'm fine. I just need to switch with you, Gabrio. Okay? Can you sit back here and let me sit up there?"

The kid swallowed hard. "Yeah. Sure."

Sera helped Adam out of the car. As Gabrio slid into the backseat, Adam got into the pa.s.senger seat, wincing with pain as he sat down. Sera closed the door behind him, then circled the car to get back into the driver's seat.

As she pulled the car back out onto the highway, Adam looked to the road ahead, at the headlights slashing through the darkness and dissipating into nothingness. He felt as if they were driving straight into h.e.l.l.

"How much farther?" he asked.

"We'll be there within the hour."

He nodded, then turned on the radio. Music would help. Noise. Distraction. He leaned his head gently against the back of the seat.

"Adam?" she whispered. "Are you all right?"