Authors: Lisa Brackman
Someone had spent some money.
âWhose party is this?' she asked.
âThis woman I know, MarÃa, put it together. She's got this charity thing she runs. They're kicking off a fund-raising campaign for the summer.' He shrugged a little. âIt can be tough around here during the summers, after the tourists go home.'
âI've heard that.'
âYou wanna go catch the sunset?'
âSure.'
They went out to the balcony, where a few tables had been set up, found seats at one end. The table had a small centerpiece with a card on a metal stand that featured the same graphic as on the banner inside.
PARA LOS NIÃOS
. By now the sun lit the surrounding clouds in great streaks of pink and orange, purpling above like a deepening bruise.
âI thought this was going to be a good one,' Daniel said with satisfaction. He lifted his glass â he'd also gotten white wine.
She raised hers in return.
âThanks for coming with me,' he said.
âIt's not exactly a chore. This seems like a nice party.'
He shrugged. âNot really my kind of thing.'
âSo why come?'And why ask me? she thought.
He gave her his half smile, his eyes holding steady on hers. âRich people, private jets, you know, they go together. I've got some clients here. I have to show face sometimes.'
Rich people and private jets might go together, but in her experience that didn't mean the pilots came to their parties.
You don't know that for sure, she told herself. You don't know how things work here.
âSo how long are you staying in town?' he asked, still watching her.
âMaybe two weeks. Probably not longer than that. I can do some of the estate stuff from here, but I'm going to have to figure out the rest of it at some point.'
Like where she was going to live. And how.
Daniel let out a brief, quiet laugh. âYeah, I hear that. I need to make some changes myself.'
They finished their wine as the sun dipped into the ocean.
He reached over and gently squeezed her hand. âLet me take care of business, and we'll get out of here.'
They went inside.
The party had picked up some while they'd been on the balcony. Chatter, laughter, and the clatter of plates nearly drowned out the musicians.
She tried the red wine this time. It tasted corked. Daniel had a beer.
The two of them made their way through the main room, Daniel stopping now and then to greet people, men in short-sleeved shirts and linen slacks, women in silk and gold and Jimmy Choos, introducing her as âmy friend Michelle, from Los Angeles.'
She couldn't keep track of the names, the professions. There were too many of them. Developers, city officials, charter-boat operators, real-estate investors, restaurateurs, gallery owners, introduced and quickly dispensed with.
She felt on the edge of panic, as if she were in one of those dreams where she'd walked into a final exam unprepared. What would she tell Gary when she called him? That she'd been to a party, met a bunch of people, and couldn't remember any of their names?
If
she called Gary.
Call Gary or tell Daniel?
Leave here and go someplace the two of them could talk, in private.
Not Hacienda Carmen.
They'd reached a tile fountain set in a cement nook on one side of the gallery. A woman standing there looked up and saw them.
âDanny, how nice of you to come.'
âMarÃa.' There was a peculiar weight to the way he said her name. âMichelle, this is the woman who put this all together. MarÃa Aguilar. MarÃa, this is my friend Michelle, from Los Angeles.'
âEncantada.'
They air-kissed, something that Michelle had thankfully had much opportunity to practice in Brentwood.
MarÃa was in her fifties, at the point where the skin on her face had started to thin, conforming to the bones of her skull like soft, moist putty. She was still striking, her eyebrows slashes of dark ink, her eyes a luminous topaz.
âThis is a lovely party,' Michelle said.
âThank you. It is an important one. For the children. I'm glad to see that so many in Vallarta are willing to help, in spite of the difficult economic times.'
MarÃa turned to Daniel. âI think Carlos is looking for you.' She glanced toward the balcony. âI see him over there. My husband,' she said to Michelle.
Daniel lifted a hand, and a man standing beside one of the columns by the balcony returned the wave. Wide, fleshy face, well-cut silk shirt worn untucked.
âHey,' Daniel said. âDo you mind if I â This won't take long.'
âDon't worry,' Michelle said. âTake your time.'
After he left, MarÃa tilted her head and studied Michelle. Michelle thought she recognized the evaluation: Her clothes. Her shoes. Her purse. How she did her makeup.
What kind of woman all this added up to.
âSo you're a friend of Danny's,' MarÃa said. âHe hasn't introduced many friends to us before.'
What did that mean? Michelle wondered. âFriends' as in âdates'? âOh. Really. I would have thought ⦠He's a social sort of person.'
âPerhaps he likes to keep his business separate from his pleasure,' MarÃa said.
Over MarÃa's shoulder Michelle could see Carlos and Daniel by the balcony, Carlos saying something, laying a thick hand on Daniel's shoulder.
âHow do you know Daniel?' Michelle asked.
âHe does some work for my family. Private charters. Transportation and ⦠logistical arrangements.' MarÃa gave her another measuring look. âBut surely you know something about his business.'
âOnly a little,' Michelle said, meeting her eyes. âWe haven't known each other long.'
âI see.' MarÃa smiled. âAre you staying in Vallarta for a while?'
âJust for a few weeks.'
âProbably for the best,' MarÃa said. âIt is much too hot this time of year.'
There was a restroom at the back of the hall, between two pillars. Michelle made her way there. She felt dizzy. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the encounter with MarÃa.
Surely you know something about his business.
Once inside the stall, she sat on the toilet for a minute or two, staring at the weathered wooden door. Her head throbbed.
It's just a party, she thought. Wasn't it? All kinds of parties had bouncers, or bodyguards, or whatever they were. Daniel just wanted a date to come with him so they could go out afterward. Have some fun.
Perhaps he likes to keep his business separate from his pleasure.
Which one am I? Michelle wondered.
Maybe I should take some notes, she thought. Write down some of the names. In case she needed something to tell Gary.
She found a scrap of paper in her purse â the receipt for the purse, actually â and made a few quick notes. Tucked it into her wallet, behind her driver's license.
When she came out of the restroom, she didn't see Daniel or Carlos. They must have gone somewhere more private to talk.
She'd abandoned her wine; it hadn't been very good. Maybe I'll get another glass of white, she thought. Open as the space was, the heat was still oppressive. She was sweating â she could feel her dress sticking to her back and thighs.
âYou're Danny's friend.'
It was a woman who spoke. American, from her accent. She leaned against the wall close to the bathroom, a margarita in hand.
âI'm sorry?' Michelle said. âI don't â¦'
âI saw you two come in.' She extended her hand, in a way that suggested she almost expected Michelle to kiss it.
Michelle didn't. She clasped the hand briefly.
âMichelle.'
âI'm Emma.'
In her late twenties, Michelle thought. She had a voluptuous look, almost as if she were imitating a 1940s pinup â round cheeks, thick black hair worn loose in spite of the heat, bright red lipstick. The neckline of her off-the-shoulder blouse gathered just above her breasts. The dark line of a tattoo peeked out above the right shoulder.
âEnjoying the party?' she asked.
âOh, yes. It's a ⦠a nice setting.'
Emma snorted. âI saw you talking to MarÃa. Is she a friend of yours?'
âNo. We just met.'
âShe's a pretentious bitch, isn't she?'
Either she was drunk or she liked to play the provocateur. Looking at the way she leaned against the wall, one stiletto-clad foot pressed against it, Michelle thought maybe both.
âWell, I don't really know her,' she said.
âI guess you have to give her credit â it's a ballsy way to launder the family money. For the children!' Emma laughed.
Michelle took a quick look around. That couple standing close by, the man staring at them â had he overheard?
If MarÃa and her family actually were some kind of criminals, maybe it wasn't a great idea to have this conversation surrounded by their friends and business associates.
âDo you want to go out on the balcony?' Michelle asked. âGet some air?'
Emma peeled herself off the wall. âIf we can stop for drinks first.'
It was still hot out on the balcony, but at least there were breezes. Michelle led Emma to a corner table, away from other guests.
âSo you're seeing Danny,' Emma said. âThat's interesting.'
âIt is? I'm not sure why you say that.'
Emma laughed. âIt's just something to say.'
âHe's a nice guy,' Michelle said. âA lot of fun.'
Emma laughed again. âOur Danny always brings the fun.'
âHow do you know him?'
âHe works for my father,' Emma said, sipping her fresh margarita.
âOh.'
Who's your daddy? Michelle thought, but of course she wasn't going to say that. âPrivate charters?' she asked.
Emma laughed again. âThat's right,' she said. âHe's Daddy's little bagman.'
Great, Michelle thought. How am I supposed to respond to that?
âI don't know that much about Danny's business,' she said. âWe just started seeing each other.'
âReally?' Emma leaned over the small table. âI could tell you a few things about Danny.' She fumbled with the clasp of her tiny beaded purse and got out a cellphone. âWhy don't you give me your number?'
Michelle hesitated. Was this some kind of setup?
âWell, I'm not sure how long I'll be in town,' she said. âBut maybe we can meet for drinks.'
âI know some fun places,' Emma said with a sly smile. She slid the phone across the table. âHere. You can put the number in for me.'
Michelle thought about entering a wrong number. Emma was trouble, she was pretty sure. But she was also information.
She punched in her number.
âYou should call me,' Michelle said, handing the phone back. âThat way I'll have yours.'
âHey.'
It was Daniel. He stood there frowning. âEmma, what are you doing here?'
âHi, Danny,' Emma said, straightening up. âI heard it was gonna be a good party.'
âIt's not your kind of thing.' He turned to Michelle. âSorry that took so long.'
âThat's okay. It's a nice night.'
âIt sure is,' Emma said, giggling. She hopped off the stool.
âEmma, you should get home,' Daniel said.
She stood toe to toe with him.
âAnd if I don't, what? You'll call my father?'
âYou want me to?'
Emma hesitated. âNo need,' she finally said. âIt's boring here anyway.' She leaned over and kissed Michelle on the cheek. âI'll see you.'
âSorry about that,' Daniel said after Emma tottered off.
âThat's okay.' Michelle smiled at him. Keep it light. âShe was kind of entertaining.'
âShe's not somebody you want to get involved with.' Daniel stared off into the main room, where Emma had gone. âWhat did she tell you?'
There was an edge to his voice, and she thought of the day he'd caught her in his apartment, his hand gripping her arm.
She thought about lying. But she was afraid to risk it. She didn't know what the relationships were between these people, what they might hide, what they might share.
It's easier to keep track of the truth than a lie.
âMmm, let's see. That our hostess is pretentious, and she's involved in some sketchy business activities.' She smiled, like it was all a joke.
âOh, man.' Now Daniel grinned back, and she wondered if his smile was any more sincere than hers. âEmma is such a drama queen.'
âSo it's not true?'
He shrugged. âYou know, this isn't the U.S. Some of the business practices here
are
kind of sketchy.
Mordidas
and all. That's just how it is.'
âShe also said that you work for her father.'
âYeah. True.' He sighed a little. âHe's kind of high-maintenance, too.'
He put down his beer.
âLet's get out of here.'
They walked through the main room of the party, Daniel nodding now and then at people he knew, and when they were in sight of the door, he circled his arm around her waist, let his hand rest just above her hip. For a moment she leaned against him, her own hand sliding down the curve of his butt, and she thought about when she was in high school, walking through the quad with her boyfriend, slipping her hand into the back pocket of his jeans.
âI never bring anyone to these things,' he whispered in her ear. âEveryone's looking at you. Wondering who you are.'
She almost said something on the ride back. Opened her mouth at one point to ask the question, except she couldn't decide what the question should even be.
Maybe, what exactly does a bagman
do
anyway?
As they crossed the river, heading back into Old Town, Daniel sighed through gritted teeth. âI'm going to have to call this early,' he said.