Today’s excerpt is from Escape
From Mexico, a standalone book with Jim Scott lending a hand to Clyde
and Bob. After taking down two of Carlos
Maduro’s men, Jim calls CIA Director Burgess with the information and to find
out what he knows about Maduro.
Meanwhile, Maduro starts to get the idea he might have a tiger by the
tail. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
“You know me too
well, old friend. Anyhow, this was one
of the things I wanted to talk to you about.
The other bleeds into their visit.
They told us a dope by the name of Carlos Maduro, a Venezuelan who is
part of the ‘Z’ gang, has been assigned to take our two guys out, as well as
Wendell Suermann. So two questions: are you familiar with him—and, if so, what do
you have?”
“Yes, I know of
him. As a matter of fact, he was one of
the jokers we planned on monitoring, in hopes of leading us to ‘Z’. We lost him.
He flew out of Colombia, headed north.
We misplaced him on the way.”
“Funny way to
put it, but I get the idea. What do you
have on him?”
“He belonged to
a cartel Clyde and his group shut down last year. Was rather high up in that operation, but
went to ground when Clyde and his group chopped the head off that monster. Kept his head down, until he reappeared
working for ‘Z’. Not much else. I’ll save you the trouble of hacking into my
computer by sending you what we have on him—including the latest pictures we
have on him…only about two months old.”
“Good. Thanks…appreciate it. The next matter on the same subject is we’ve
alerted…Bob did…the detail guarding Suermann that this joker Maduro is after
him. As soon as I get the pictures from
you, I’ll get them right to them. Any
way for you to get the word passed—politely—down the line not to ask too many
questions about where the information came from?”
“Should be able
to. For now, I’ll go ahead and plan on
flying out tomorrow, early. Will have to
pass on your invite to spend any time with you, though. Gonna make a fast turn around.”
“Got it. Thanks for your help, Glenn.”
“And yours, for
pulling Sandy out of the lion’s den—and working with the guys on trying to
clear her entirely.”
Jim was smiling
as he put his phone down. “Okay. Bob, Clyde—do your battery-changing
deal. My guess is that by the time you
get there, the word will come down the pike to not question you about where the
information came from. One of you take
your laptop. I’ve got pictures of Maduro
coming—I’ll forward them to you. By the
way Clyde, Maduro belonged to the operation you and your guys—with help from
Hector, et al—took down in Colombia last year.”
“Well, hell…I
thought I’d heard that name before. We
never ran across him firsthand, but I should have remembered the name—not that
it would have helped all that much, because I didn’t know squat about him…other
than that he was involved.”
·
By the time Bob
and Clyde got back from changing out the batteries, the pictures of Maduro were
received, and passed on. Also by then,
there was another visit across the access road.
Worried about what had happened to his two men, Maduro had sent two more
out, to check on them. They returned
with the two guns Jim had placed in conspicuous positions, to be found.
Maduro assumed,
correctly, the men had been taken. What
had become of them, however, was a large mystery. Knowing law enforcement in the United States
quite well—and knowing the U.S. media couldn’t keep anything to themselves—he
also assumed they had not been arrested.
This, he further assumed, meant they may well have met a—for
him—untimely end. He was starting to
feel taking on the two Navy SEALs might be more of a task than he had bargained
for.
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