Thursday, March 2, 2017

Escape From Mexico, (More Books) - Clyde asked for help.



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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