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Today’s excerpt is from Escape From Mexico, a stand alone book that sees Clyde Feegle becoming a partner with Bob Becker and Bill Hedden in their business.  The three men take a trip to Mexico where they plan to free an American woman arrested for importing weapons…arms she had no knowledge were in the trunk of her rental car.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day.

m.j.

 

Bill and Bob walked to the street where they would make a left turn after freeing Sandy.  From there they started walking the escape route Jim had suggested.  They went to the first cross street and turned right.  Halfway down that block, Bill saw a vintage car with a sign on the side window.  The sign read, in Spanish, “For sale.”  Under that portion of the sign, it also read, in English, “4 sale.”

Bill scratched the side of his head and started looking the car over.  As he did, a man walked up and asked, in Spanish, “Are you interested in buying my car?  In runs just fine.”

Bill spoke and understood Spanish, but not well.  He managed to mutter in his best imitation of Spanish, “I might be.”

The man asked, in English, “Would English suit you better?”

The man had spoken in very precise English, with only a hint of accent.  Bill replied, “Yes, it would—thank you.  Your English is very good…much better than my Spanish.”

“Thank you.”

As he spoke, he held out the keys to the car.  Then he added, “Would you like to start it up?”

“Yeah, I would.  Thanks.”

Bill got in, started the car—which purred—and quickly turned it off.  “Now I’m very interested in buying your car.  How much?”

The car was a ten-year-old, full-sized Ford.  The man answered, “Would five thousand be too much to ask?”

“A bit much.  How about three grand?”

“Four, and you have a deal.”

“Done,” Bill agreed, as he reached under his loose-hanging shirt and into his money belt.  Inside was ten thousand dollars.  He took out four thousand, handed it to the man, and asked, “What about papers?”

Bob, who had noticed Bill talking to the man, had walked on down to the corner, and crossed the street.  He was now approaching from the rear as the man answered, “Do you really want papers, Mr. Hedden?”

From behind the two men, Bob laughed.  “How is Hector, friend?”

“He’s fine, Mr. Becker.  There are papers enough in the glove box to get you back and forth across the border—assuming your personal papers are in order…as I know they must be.  I’d suggest when finished with your exercise, you drive the car to your plane and destroy it there.”

Bill shook his head.  “You could have told me you work for—or are a friend of—Hector.”

“What would have been the fun in that?  By the way, I’m both.  Anyone who works for Hector is also his friend.  Good luck with your mission.  I do hope you’ll follow Jim’s escape route.  So long.”

Before either man could respond, the man turned and walked off. 

Bob looked at Bill.  “I’m thinking we’ve got more help than we bargained for.”

“Doesn’t hurt my feelings.”

 

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