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by motorcycle. Easy to get in on a target and easy to get away.”
“Oh, well. The vehicles are bulletproof, right?” I ask.
“Yes, but they are not bomb proof,” Mr. Skoca replies.
Just then I realize how serious the situation is down here.
***
We spend the next couple of days interviewing members of the Veracruz police force as well as members of Mr. Rex’s Mexico operations. And they all give us different perspectives on what is going on down here. Though they all agree on one fact in particular - Mr. Rex’s support of the Veracruz police is hurting Los Zetas’ operations in the region. On our last day, the Chief of Police hands us a box. “This is a gift for Senor Rex. A show of gratitude from every member of the Veracruz police force.”
I look down at this four inch by ten inch box. It is made of fine mahogany. I wonder what could be in the box? Well, I’ll have to wait until we get back to Dallas before I can find out. As we head back to the airstrip, I notice that our head of security is not with us.
“Where is Mr. Skoca?” I ask.
Harold looks around the SUV. “Good question. I have no idea.”
I figure that perhaps Mr. Skoca still has some business down here and will not be joining us on the flight back. We arrive at the airstrip, hop on the plane and make it into the air within minutes.
Harold and I spend the flight comparing our notes from the over 30 interviews conducted over four days. “I’ll get started on writing the story and send you drafts each evening,” I say to my editor.
“Sounds good. Remember to write this more as a narrative. Think of this story as a movie. We want to really make people understand the risks Mr. Rex is taking,” Harold suggests.
We get back to Dallas by the early evening. As soon as we get off the jet. Mr. Rex’s private helicopter is waiting for us. I am so not used to traveling like this. There are no layovers. No waiting. We simply go from the jet to the helicopter and head back to the Rex Building. As the clock strikes eight, we land atop of the Rex Building. Minutes later, I find myself back in the arms of my boss.
I wrap my legs around Mr. Rex and sprinkle kisses all over his face. Mr. Rex places his hands on my butt and kisses me back. The fact that Harold is in the room doesn’t bother me at all. Four days away from Mr. Rex is four days too long.
“How was the trip?” Mr. Rex asks the two of us.
“Great. We have more than enough information to write a really in-depth story on Veracruz.”
“Excellent,” Mr. Rex replies as he looks around. “Where is Mr. Skoca?”
Harold and I look at each other for a moment. “He stayed behind,” I answer.
“He stayed behind?” Mr. Rex repeats.
“Yes, Mr. Rex,” I respond.
“He was supposed to be on the flight,” Mr. Rex tells us as he picks up the phone. Mr. Rex dials a number. After a few seconds, my boss looks at his phone. “His phone is off,” my boss announces in a tone that I could only describe as slightly worrisome.
“Maybe the battery on the phone is dead,” I suggest.
“Mr. Skoca’s phone is never off,” Mr. Rex responds in a slightly agitated matter. Now, I begin to worry.
Harold and I just kinda stare at each other as Mr. Rex sits down and begins to make phone call after phone call. The office door opens. Several of Mr. Rex’s security team rush inside with concerned looks on their faces.
“Our last contact with Mr. Skoca was six hours ago,” one of the security men announces.
“What?!” Mr. Rex yells.
A wave of panic hits the room. For the first time, I see my boss - the richest and most powerful man in Texas - appear genuinely worried.
“Get the Chief of Veracruz on the line. Tell him to find out what happened to Mr. Skoca,” Mr. Rex demands.
As the security men try to contact the Chief of the Veracruz Police, I look down at the box in my purse -
“Oh, well. The vehicles are bulletproof, right?” I ask.
“Yes, but they are not bomb proof,” Mr. Skoca replies.
Just then I realize how serious the situation is down here.
***
We spend the next couple of days interviewing members of the Veracruz police force as well as members of Mr. Rex’s Mexico operations. And they all give us different perspectives on what is going on down here. Though they all agree on one fact in particular - Mr. Rex’s support of the Veracruz police is hurting Los Zetas’ operations in the region. On our last day, the Chief of Police hands us a box. “This is a gift for Senor Rex. A show of gratitude from every member of the Veracruz police force.”
I look down at this four inch by ten inch box. It is made of fine mahogany. I wonder what could be in the box? Well, I’ll have to wait until we get back to Dallas before I can find out. As we head back to the airstrip, I notice that our head of security is not with us.
“Where is Mr. Skoca?” I ask.
Harold looks around the SUV. “Good question. I have no idea.”
I figure that perhaps Mr. Skoca still has some business down here and will not be joining us on the flight back. We arrive at the airstrip, hop on the plane and make it into the air within minutes.
Harold and I spend the flight comparing our notes from the over 30 interviews conducted over four days. “I’ll get started on writing the story and send you drafts each evening,” I say to my editor.
“Sounds good. Remember to write this more as a narrative. Think of this story as a movie. We want to really make people understand the risks Mr. Rex is taking,” Harold suggests.
We get back to Dallas by the early evening. As soon as we get off the jet. Mr. Rex’s private helicopter is waiting for us. I am so not used to traveling like this. There are no layovers. No waiting. We simply go from the jet to the helicopter and head back to the Rex Building. As the clock strikes eight, we land atop of the Rex Building. Minutes later, I find myself back in the arms of my boss.
I wrap my legs around Mr. Rex and sprinkle kisses all over his face. Mr. Rex places his hands on my butt and kisses me back. The fact that Harold is in the room doesn’t bother me at all. Four days away from Mr. Rex is four days too long.
“How was the trip?” Mr. Rex asks the two of us.
“Great. We have more than enough information to write a really in-depth story on Veracruz.”
“Excellent,” Mr. Rex replies as he looks around. “Where is Mr. Skoca?”
Harold and I look at each other for a moment. “He stayed behind,” I answer.
“He stayed behind?” Mr. Rex repeats.
“Yes, Mr. Rex,” I respond.
“He was supposed to be on the flight,” Mr. Rex tells us as he picks up the phone. Mr. Rex dials a number. After a few seconds, my boss looks at his phone. “His phone is off,” my boss announces in a tone that I could only describe as slightly worrisome.
“Maybe the battery on the phone is dead,” I suggest.
“Mr. Skoca’s phone is never off,” Mr. Rex responds in a slightly agitated matter. Now, I begin to worry.
Harold and I just kinda stare at each other as Mr. Rex sits down and begins to make phone call after phone call. The office door opens. Several of Mr. Rex’s security team rush inside with concerned looks on their faces.
“Our last contact with Mr. Skoca was six hours ago,” one of the security men announces.
“What?!” Mr. Rex yells.
A wave of panic hits the room. For the first time, I see my boss - the richest and most powerful man in Texas - appear genuinely worried.
“Get the Chief of Veracruz on the line. Tell him to find out what happened to Mr. Skoca,” Mr. Rex demands.
As the security men try to contact the Chief of the Veracruz Police, I look down at the box in my purse -
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