Judge & Jury

"Señor!" Guillermo, the desk clerk, waved as we came in."Did you find it?"

"I found the end of the world." I snorted with frustration."Just no ranch."

He seemed excited."I asked my wife, Señor. She is Dutch. She works at el pasillo de ciudad. City hall."

I waited for him to tell me.

"El Fin del Mundo. She knows of this place."

I went over and let him fold back the map and indicate a point east of town, nowhere near where we'd been trolling around all day.

"Here.It is owned by an old local family. At least that is what the documents say. But my wife says it belongs to a foreigner. An American, yes?"

I patted Guillermo on the shoulder and smiled."An American-yes."

Chapter 111

WE DROVE OUT to find it the next day.

It waseast -not near the other fancy estancias but in a remote valley. We pushed the Land Cruiser up the narrow, winding canyon, cut through sweeping, rocky cliffs and overhanging glaciers. There wasn't a single road sign. We only pressed on because of Guillermo's directions.

We stopped the SUV on what I took to be a high sheep path overlooking the property and made sure it was out of sight.

Then Andie and I crawled to a hidden overhang and peered through the glasses. I knew it was Cavello's ranch as soon as I set eyes on it.

"He's here."

The property didn't look welcoming or open like the other ranches we'd seen. There was no sign over the wooden gate. Instead there was a tower and two men-more like soldiers-leaning back on chairs, flipping cards.

"They're sloppy," I said."That's a good sign. I hope."

Flocks of sheep grazed on land that swept up the steep mountain walls. But the wire that stretched from the closed gate wasn't to keep them in. It was barbed. It was to keep others out.

The men in the tower were armed. Two automatic rifles were leaning against the wall. I spotted four other guards patrolling the periphery with dogs. I wasn't looking at a ranch, I realized, but a fortress.

El Fin del Mundo.

The property was so vast I couldn't even glimpse the main house or the setup. I had no way to determine what the complete security situation was. So I focused on the guards at the gate. The damn thing might be electrified; at various intervals I spotted cameras.

I passed the binoculars to Andie. She took a nervous sweep. I'm sure she never spotted the weapons in the guard tower, but after she surveyed the property, she put the glasses down with a defeated shrug.

"Any idea how we're going to get in there, Nick?"

I leaned back against a rock, picked up a handful of gravel, and flung it loosely to the ground.

"We're not."

Chapter 112

WE WATCHED CAVELLO'S ranch the next day too, from the narrow sheep path about a quarter of a mile away. Each time, we hid the car and huddled in it against the rain and chill, just looking over the ranch, waiting for something to happen.

On the third day something finally did.

The front gate started to open. In the tower, the guards stood up. I zoomed in closer with the binoculars.

In the distance, two black blurs were approaching down the road. I hopped out of the Land Cruiser. Andie sensed that something was happening."Nick? What's going on?"

I didn't answer, just trained the glasses on the advancing vehicles-maybe a quarter mile away-which turned out to be two black Range Rovers. The guards at the gate picked up their rifles and jumped to attention.

The Range Rovers slowed to a stop at the estancia's front gate. I couldn't see into them. Their windows were tinted black. One of the guards in the tower waved and said something to the lead driver.

I knew he was in there. Dominic Cavello. I could feel his presence in the pit of my stomach. It was the same terrible feeling I'd had when I saw Ma

Then the vehicles pulled away, down the valley road, heading for town.

"That's how we're going to do it, Andie." I kept my eyes on the Range Rovers as they bounced down the mountain road toward Ushuaia.

"He's going to come to us."

Chapter 113

WE HAD TO BE a little patient; we'd known that from the start. Twice a week, Cavello emerged from his compound. It was always on Wednesdays and Saturdays, in the two black Range Rovers, and always around noon. Cavello would drive the first car, while two capable-looking guards followed in the second.

On Saturday we waited at the edge of Ushuaia and picked up his convoy as it headed into town. Was this our chance?

Cavello came in to have a meal-always at the same cantina-pick up some newspapers and cigars, and get laid.

We'd learned from a local bartender, and a waitress, that the American ate at a café called Bar Ideal on San Martin Street, near the port. He sat at the same table in the front window. He sometimes grabbed and flirted with a hot little blond waitress there. A couple of times they had been seen going off together, after her shift, to a hotel down the street. Cavello and the girl usually came out after about an hour or so.

Then, like a sated bull, he would wander over to a smoke shop a few blocks away, on Magellanes, his bodyguards a few paces behind. He'd buy a box of fancy cigars.Cohibas -Cuban. Then he'd take aUSA Today and aNew York Times from a newsstand down the block. Cavello seemed to be fearless here. Who would recognize him? Occasionally he would sit at a different café, order a coffee, open his papers, and light up a cigar. Merchants seemed to cater to him, as if he was an important man.

As I glimpsed him getting out of his car, I felt my insides ratchet tight. All the anger and anguish from so many deaths came hurtling back at me. I could only watch silently, my skin numb and hot.

How was I going to do this? How could I get him alone? We had no bait.

How was I going to get close to Cavello? And then, what if I did?

That night, we stopped to have di

I took a sip of the Chilean beer."He's well guarded. I don't know how to get close."

Andie put down her beer."Listen, Nick, what ifI can?"

Chapter 114

ANDIE HAD BEEN THINKING about this for a long time. She had watched Cavello enough that she justknew. She'd had this feeling even watching him come into the courtroom that first fateful day. She knew how to get close to him if she ever needed to, and now she did.

"I'm an actress, remember?"

She and Nick began to think out a loose plan, just going through the motions.

She had to make sure she wouldn't be recognized, but Cavello had only seen her during the trial-with her hair long and usually tucked in a beret. So she went out to thefarmácia and got a dye to lighten her hair to blond. Then she braided it, Indian-style, and put on a baseball cap. With a little orange lipstick and sunglasses, she surprised herself.

"What do you think?"

"I think we take this a step at a time, Andie. I think it's a good disguise."

It wasn't just acting a role now. It was the real thing. It was life and death.

They found a place to lure him easily enough. But with Cavello's bodyguards always around, Nick had to be ready to come in fast. There was always a chance he might not get there in time. And then Andie would probably die. They would both die.

Nick bought a short, serrated blade, a fisherman's knife. And a melon.

"You push the knife inhere, " he said, showing her. He guided her thumb to the soft spot under her chin, pressing into her larynx."It'll stop him dead, make him helpless. He won't be able to scream. He'll be too shocked, and bleeding too much to do anything.There'll be lots of blood, Andie. You have to be prepared for that. And you have to keep the knife in him. Until he dies. You think you can do that?"