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it’s just I don’t know if I want to be around people that may get me killed simply because I’m in their presence.”
    “Oh okay. That’s fucked but if that’s the way you feel you don’t have to attend I’ll go alone.” He snickered. “But if one of those single women ask me to dance, do I have to call home and ask or will you be okay with me showing off my dance moves?”
    “Oh hell no I’m going,” she said rising to the bait. She’d have to spend a lot of his money though to buy a proper outfit. She’d seen pictures of Mrs. Diaz in a recent on-line magazine. That woman had style, not to mention she was a knock-out. She lifted her chin and placed her hand on Tony’s thigh. She’d go all right and properly represent her man but he was going to pay for the privilege with that black card of his. “I’m going to need you card.”
    Tony’s smile widened as her hand slid in his pants. “Didn’t I already say I got you?” They were honked when he hadn’t moved the car after the light turned green a second ago. He was getting hard and stepped on the gas, wiggling his ass in the seat at her rubbing action down there.
    “Yes, you did but here’s the thing.”
    Hell, she had loosened his belt, unzipped him and his dick sprung free. “Damn woman, what?”
    Her head descended to his lap. There was a click when she took of her seatbelt. “I’m soothing you now because when you see the charges you might have a fit.”
    He nearly crashed into the back of car when her lips attached to his vertical penis and she began sucking with such intensity he belt out, “Spend the whole damn card woman…bankrupt my ass!”
     
     
     
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    The water when night’s over the horizon is a murky black color like oil. From the pier near the shuttered warehouse Tony had a view of the adjacent facility at the far end of the unloading docks. The floodlights he noticed were strategically off in certain spots, notably in front of the warehouse where suited men stood. Cars were rolled out, shiny luxury cars in different colors, perhaps seven so far from his count. He lifted the camera and adjusted the setting to night and placed the view finder to his eye. Twisting the attachment lens he zoomed in on the figures and took pictures without aid of a flashbulb. This camera was the kind used by Special Ops, how’d he know, he read a lot. It was in the office, locked away with other items for use in the field. Hand selected surveillance equipment courtesy of Nico. The guy knew his shit, up and down; the man never missed a beat. He didn’t see him in quite a while and the last time he had, he almost didn’t recognize him. The guy was clean-shaven, bald as a baby and in construction gear. He thought he was one of the workers on the site and that’s what he supposed Nico wanted everyone to think. It’s easy to maneuver around people when you can fit in like that.
    Tony lowered the camera when one of the figures opened the trunk of a car and then it shut. They walked in the warehouse leaving look-outs and stayed inside for less than twenty minutes. An exchange must be taking place out of sight. Tony wouldn’t have considered anything clandestine occurring from the looks of it. Dock workers, clipboards, warehouse security and unloading were commerce. Goods of every kind came in by ship except instinct told him there was more going on than importation of cars.
    One man exited with two briefcases. The camera was back up and each step the man took was captured on film. Even when he boarded the vessel, the name of the craft was documented for extra efficiency. Clanging of lifts and pay loaders moving crates on to other boats continued. Nothing unusual in any of this to the novice viewer, but Tony sensed he was here because there was major trouble that loomed. 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
     
    “Hmmm,” Alfonzo mumbled in his sleep before twisting on his side. The vibrations in his head had escalated. His hand went inside