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be on the top of her game for this trip.
“Mary Catherine, how are you doing today?” he asked, looking up. She seemed to have recaptured some of her elegance.
“I’m fine,” she said, looking down at Shark. In her mind, she felt relief knowing that her plan to bring this man to his knees was in the works. She had faith in Bob. He was her only hope.
“Please sit down,” he said, motioning to the chair across from him. She sat down obediently.
“We are now set up for the shipment,” he said in a hushed tone, sitting up and looking into her eyes. It was all business, no more pleasantries. “The diamonds are stuffed in South African artifacts, which are packaged in wooden crates. There are only about a dozen crates, so you should just have to take a midsized plane.”
“Size doesn’t matter to me,” she said boldly.
Shark noticed this and stared hard at her.
“Fine. You will leave tomorrow in time to get to Port Nolloth for dusk. Hector and three more of my associates will accompany you.”
“Hold on,” she said loudly, slamming her arms on the table. Several players at neighboring tables looked up. Realizing she was too loud, she said softly, “I didn’t know I was going. I had plans.” She was lying about the plans. She was just nervous about being with Shark’s henchmen and having to travel to such primitive parts of the world.
Shark smiled.
“Now you know. When boss lady goes, all the employees act better. Right?”
Mary Catherine cursed him under her breath.
“Fine. If that’s what you want.”
“That is what I want. When you get there, go directly to Ayize. He will have the merchandise—and give him this.” Shark pulled out a thin metal suitcase and placed it on the table. “Don’t open it. You probably guessed what’s inside.”
“Of course—I’m not stupid,” she said, fiddling with her right ear—a nervous habit, and a sign of her greed.
Shark noticed it and added, “Don’t try to steal from me, Mary Catherine. Hector will be watching, and he doesn’t mind killing an old lady.” He paused. “After he tortures her.”
Mary Catherine could feel the blood rise to her face.
“I have no intention of stealing any of your dirty money and filthy—”
“Hold on, Mary Catherine. Remember—you’re a lady,” he said. “And one other important note. This is some of your investment money also.” This made her seethe, but she controlled herself. Years ago, Mary Catherine and Shark had met at a benefit for Little Havana’s art league. She’d just lost her husband and was lonely. The handsome, charming Cuban had swept her off her feet. Soon they’d become close friends, and she found herself learning about his secret business and becoming a key investor in his dreams. In the last six months, she’d spent many nights awake, wishing she’d never met the snake.
“Why do I have to carry the money?” she asked.
“Simple—I don’t trust Hector either,” he said. “So you will be watching Hector and Hector will be watching you. If one of you messes up, one of you will get hurt.”
Mary Catherine reached for the suitcase.
Shark grabbed it with his right hand and said, pointing a finger at her face, “Remember—Hector will be watching you.”
Mary Catherine said nothing, just stared coldly at Shark. She stood.
“Hector and my associates will meet you at the airport at 8:00 a.m. Do not be late.”
Without replying, she turned around and walked away. Shark watched her leave the park, unaware a bounty hunter was trying to take him down.
Chapter Seven
As he drove to the Care Ambulance Service headquarters, Bob thought about his private investigation course and decided he should have studied harder. He remembered thinking at the time, It’s just a minor. When will I ever need to know anything about investigating?
“Wrong,” Bob screamed out loud.
After he deposited the check, Bob’s plan was to drive to the Care Ambulance headquarters to get a feel for the
“Mary Catherine, how are you doing today?” he asked, looking up. She seemed to have recaptured some of her elegance.
“I’m fine,” she said, looking down at Shark. In her mind, she felt relief knowing that her plan to bring this man to his knees was in the works. She had faith in Bob. He was her only hope.
“Please sit down,” he said, motioning to the chair across from him. She sat down obediently.
“We are now set up for the shipment,” he said in a hushed tone, sitting up and looking into her eyes. It was all business, no more pleasantries. “The diamonds are stuffed in South African artifacts, which are packaged in wooden crates. There are only about a dozen crates, so you should just have to take a midsized plane.”
“Size doesn’t matter to me,” she said boldly.
Shark noticed this and stared hard at her.
“Fine. You will leave tomorrow in time to get to Port Nolloth for dusk. Hector and three more of my associates will accompany you.”
“Hold on,” she said loudly, slamming her arms on the table. Several players at neighboring tables looked up. Realizing she was too loud, she said softly, “I didn’t know I was going. I had plans.” She was lying about the plans. She was just nervous about being with Shark’s henchmen and having to travel to such primitive parts of the world.
Shark smiled.
“Now you know. When boss lady goes, all the employees act better. Right?”
Mary Catherine cursed him under her breath.
“Fine. If that’s what you want.”
“That is what I want. When you get there, go directly to Ayize. He will have the merchandise—and give him this.” Shark pulled out a thin metal suitcase and placed it on the table. “Don’t open it. You probably guessed what’s inside.”
“Of course—I’m not stupid,” she said, fiddling with her right ear—a nervous habit, and a sign of her greed.
Shark noticed it and added, “Don’t try to steal from me, Mary Catherine. Hector will be watching, and he doesn’t mind killing an old lady.” He paused. “After he tortures her.”
Mary Catherine could feel the blood rise to her face.
“I have no intention of stealing any of your dirty money and filthy—”
“Hold on, Mary Catherine. Remember—you’re a lady,” he said. “And one other important note. This is some of your investment money also.” This made her seethe, but she controlled herself. Years ago, Mary Catherine and Shark had met at a benefit for Little Havana’s art league. She’d just lost her husband and was lonely. The handsome, charming Cuban had swept her off her feet. Soon they’d become close friends, and she found herself learning about his secret business and becoming a key investor in his dreams. In the last six months, she’d spent many nights awake, wishing she’d never met the snake.
“Why do I have to carry the money?” she asked.
“Simple—I don’t trust Hector either,” he said. “So you will be watching Hector and Hector will be watching you. If one of you messes up, one of you will get hurt.”
Mary Catherine reached for the suitcase.
Shark grabbed it with his right hand and said, pointing a finger at her face, “Remember—Hector will be watching you.”
Mary Catherine said nothing, just stared coldly at Shark. She stood.
“Hector and my associates will meet you at the airport at 8:00 a.m. Do not be late.”
Without replying, she turned around and walked away. Shark watched her leave the park, unaware a bounty hunter was trying to take him down.
Chapter Seven
As he drove to the Care Ambulance Service headquarters, Bob thought about his private investigation course and decided he should have studied harder. He remembered thinking at the time, It’s just a minor. When will I ever need to know anything about investigating?
“Wrong,” Bob screamed out loud.
After he deposited the check, Bob’s plan was to drive to the Care Ambulance headquarters to get a feel for the
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