"All right," he said.
The simple acceptance of that drew her around. They were standing so close her breast touched his when it stirred faintly to her breathing.
"You were going to tell me what happened downstairs," he murmured.
"Derrotero?" she said, watching his face narrowly.
It was an effort to keep it expressionless. "The map?"
"It's why Huerta wanted to keep you here in the first place," she said. "Quartel and Tarant were against it, but Huerta thought you had some reason for coming here. He was right, Crawford. Nothing else could make you take what they've been doing. You've got part of the derrotero, and you think one of us has the rest. Well, one of us has!"
She turned around and did something with the waist of her dress, beneath the fichu. When she turned back, she held a piece of torn, yellowed paper in her hand.
"There are three pieces to the map," she said. "This is one of them."
"Lopez?" he asked.
"Yes," she muttered. "Santa Anna had many wives. My mother was one. You will recall that the captain of the mule train sent one third of the map to Santa Anna himself. It was about all my mother got out of Santa Anna's estate when he died."