Today’s
excerpt is from Escape From Mexico, a stand alone book featuring Clyde Feegle
and friends, including Jim Scott. An old
friend calls Clyde for help to get his sister out of jail in Mexico. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
“Oh, yeah—more
than I want. As soon as I found out, I
talked to Glenn. He called Hector
Garcia, who got her a Mexican attorney.
She was arrested for importing guns into Mexico in the trunk of her
car. It doesn’t look good. The attorney got back to Hector—who, by the
way, is paying for the guy. Anyhow,
she’s due for her next hearing on Tuesday, and as I said, according to the
attorney, it doesn’t look good. He told
Hector she told him she had no idea how the guns got in her car. It was a rental, just rented the day before
in Tucson. She crossed into Mexico at
Nogales. Glenn told me we can’t do
anything…um, from here. Suggested I give
you a call, to see if you could maybe…well, get her out?”
“Hold on, my
phone isn’t secure. Don’t say anything
else. My partner, Bob Becker, has one of
those phones like the one Glenn has. Let
me call you back—ask Glenn for his phone.”
“Roger. Thanks, Clyde. Talk to you soon.”
“You got it,
pal.”
Mitchell (Mitch)
Melosi was an Army Master Sergeant, attached to a three-man military team who
worked as a special squad out of the CIA, tasked with tracking down and
eliminating terrorists (mainly al-Qaida or offshoots of al-Qaida) seeking to
get into the drug business in South and Central America. Clyde had been part of that team before retirement. The “Glenn” both men mentioned in their
conversation was Glenn Burgess, the Director of the CIA.
The phones Clyde
referred to were special satellite phones a man by the name of Jim Scott (a
very wealthy man who was a retired Marine Major and former CIA agent) gave to
several friends…Bob and Glenn included.
They were absolutely secure from eavesdroppers—including the U.S.
Government. Another of those friends was
Hector Garcia, a retired Marine Master Sergeant, who ran one of the largest
detective/protection agencies in California—or the world, for that matter. Hector also had a number of in-laws in
Mexico.
After telling
Jo, who knew both Mitch and Glenn, what the situation was, Clyde called Bob to
make sure he was home, then hurried over.
There, he brought Bob up-to-speed and asked to borrow his secure
phone. Bob, of course, agreed, and told
Clyde how to call Glenn.
Glenn answered,
“Mitch is here in my office, Clyde. He
told me you were gonna borrow Bob’s phone.
I know this is Bob’s phone—this is Clyde using it, right?”
“Yeah,
Glenn. How are you?”
“Pissed. How do you feel about taking care of this
situation? I just can’t do it from
here—I know you understand.”
“Yes, I do,
Glenn. You guys do it and it ever comes
out, all hell will break loose. I’m sure
I can get Bob to lend a hand, too. We
should be able to cobble something together, but could use some more data, as
you can guess.”
“You can find
what you need in your laptop. It came to
you from Jim Scott, but was routed through the computer of one of the many
liberal senators he doesn’t much care for, with no way to trace it back to
Jim. From looking at the same material
he came up with after consulting with Hector, I’d say your best bet is this coming
Tuesday. Use your own judgment. Call if you need any “off the record”
assistance. Also, if you decide on
Tuesday, let me know. I want to be very
visible here—and will have Mitch with me.
He, as you can guess, is more than a bit put out at me for insisting he
keep his butt right here.”
“Yes, sir. Tell Mitch we’ll handle it for him.”
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