"Someone's house," Rick said. "Name of Guevara. We can't very well go rolling up a private driveway, can we?"
"Especially with that sign," Scotty added. He pointed to a wooden sign set slightly to one side of the private road just beyond the gate. It read No Entrar. No Trespassing.
"Question," Rick said thoughtfully. "Did Connel go up this road or is there another one?"
"No evidence," Scotty replied.
Rick pointed to the gatepost. "Who do we know that's named Guevara?"
Scotty breathed, "Sure! The lieutenant governor!"
"And he took Connel to the hospital to see Ruiz," Rick reminded, "so they're acquainted."
He switched off the lights. "That's probably the answer. Connel was invited to pay a social call. Why not? This probably has nothing to do with the project at all."
Scotty sighed audibly. "The trouble with you is that you come up with sensible answers. We might as well go on back to the hotel."
"Might as well . . ." Rick began, then stopped as light appeared dimly through the foliage up the private driveway. They were headlights!