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.And look how Intermaggio can launder through Star Express.Do you have a DEA contact in Nashville?”“Sure.Carlos Sanchez.I’ll call him and see if they have anything on these two.”“I have to go by David Wolfson’s apartment to pick up the scroll,” I said.“I’d like you to get on out to Cool Springs and take a look at the place.I imagine they’ll be there early.Try to pick out the players.I’ll give you a shout on the radio when I arrive.”On my way to Wolfson’s apartment, I stopped at a Wal-Mart to pick up a plastic canister about the size of the one the Jaffa scroll guy had sold me for four bucks.I wanted a decoy in hand until I was sure about Mr.Nazari/Nagy’s intentions.It was a cynicism from years of dealing with lowlifes.By the time I headed out I-65 past Brentwood, the sky had become a mass of dark clouds.It had turned into a bleak winter day.But the real chill came from getting ready to go up against Jill’s captors.I would get her back or it was a fake out.Noontime traffic roared steadily in both directions as I approached the Moores Lane exit.This would lead into the big bi-level mall known as Cool Springs Galleria, the Nashville area’s largest until Opry Mills came along.I switched on the radio and called Ted.The clock on the dash showed 11:50.“I’ve got a parking spot behind Sears,” he advised.“I’ve seen two cars cruise the area in the last thirty minutes.One, an old model gray Ford, circled onto the perimeter road and parked at the edge of the lower level lot.I checked it with my binocs and saw a man sitting behind the wheel.”“He’s probably looking for me,” I said.“Our man won’t show until I’m there.Did you reach your DEA contact?”“He was out.I left my number.”“Well, maybe we won’t need any more help,” I said, as I pulled onto the exit ramp.“Maybe Nazari will take the scroll, hand over Jill, and we’ll all go our merry way.”“Maybe so,” Ted said, but there was doubt in his voice.“I’m coming from the west side of the mall,” I said, as I began to cruise around the access road that circled the massive shopping center.The lunchtime crowd was on hand and diehard shoppers filled the parking slots around the entrances, but it was still a long way from the Christmas rush.Several merchants were touting “pre-Thanksgiving” sales, but the mass movement was a week away.My hand checked the Beretta as I drove.I spoke into the mini-mike.“You got plenty of parking spaces in the area toward I-65?”“Yup,” Ted said.“I’ll park in the open, but not too far from the last line of cars.As soon as they show, I’ll get out and move slowly toward them.Let me know what you see from your vantage point.We’ll stay in contact.”“Roger that.”There was no way the opposition would know we were in communication.The cordless earpiece was skin-tone colored and so small they would have to be looking straight into my ear to detect it, and I had the clip-on mike well camouflaged.I drove the length of the large mall, past Parisian, then turned around the end beyond Sears.Cars were fewer in this area.As soon as I passed the docks where a forklift was unloading large boxes from a big red trailer, I spotted Ted’s Mercury wedged between two smaller cars beyond the Sears Auto Center entrance.He had opted for the last occupied row of the parking area.I spoke into the microphone.“I see you.”“Ditto.”I parked a couple of rows beyond where Ted sat and waited.It didn’t take long.We both spotted the panel truck at the same time.“Here comes company,” Ted said.I watched as the unmarked truck moved slowly across the apron of asphalt from the south.It stopped about forty feet away, its side facing me.A dark-skinned man dressed in a brown hunting jacket and matching cap walked around from the driver’s side.The door to the rear compartment also opened and I saw Jill kneeling there, her hands behind her.There was a cloth gag tied across her mouth.She wore black slacks and a red and brown jacket, the same outfit she had on when I left her and headed for Sam Gannon’s the day before.Someone was behind her.My first impulse was to jump out and run toward her, but I forced myself to hold back.Seeing her that way drove a rage up through me, but also a caution.You don’t display a hostage like this if you’re preparing to release her.He should have brought her out of the truck with him, perhaps holding her arm as a restraint.This looked more like a provocation, an enticement to get me near the vehicle.I grabbed the fake scroll can, slipped out of the Jeep, and began my walk toward the truck [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.And look how Intermaggio can launder through Star Express.Do you have a DEA contact in Nashville?”“Sure.Carlos Sanchez.I’ll call him and see if they have anything on these two.”“I have to go by David Wolfson’s apartment to pick up the scroll,” I said.“I’d like you to get on out to Cool Springs and take a look at the place.I imagine they’ll be there early.Try to pick out the players.I’ll give you a shout on the radio when I arrive.”On my way to Wolfson’s apartment, I stopped at a Wal-Mart to pick up a plastic canister about the size of the one the Jaffa scroll guy had sold me for four bucks.I wanted a decoy in hand until I was sure about Mr.Nazari/Nagy’s intentions.It was a cynicism from years of dealing with lowlifes.By the time I headed out I-65 past Brentwood, the sky had become a mass of dark clouds.It had turned into a bleak winter day.But the real chill came from getting ready to go up against Jill’s captors.I would get her back or it was a fake out.Noontime traffic roared steadily in both directions as I approached the Moores Lane exit.This would lead into the big bi-level mall known as Cool Springs Galleria, the Nashville area’s largest until Opry Mills came along.I switched on the radio and called Ted.The clock on the dash showed 11:50.“I’ve got a parking spot behind Sears,” he advised.“I’ve seen two cars cruise the area in the last thirty minutes.One, an old model gray Ford, circled onto the perimeter road and parked at the edge of the lower level lot.I checked it with my binocs and saw a man sitting behind the wheel.”“He’s probably looking for me,” I said.“Our man won’t show until I’m there.Did you reach your DEA contact?”“He was out.I left my number.”“Well, maybe we won’t need any more help,” I said, as I pulled onto the exit ramp.“Maybe Nazari will take the scroll, hand over Jill, and we’ll all go our merry way.”“Maybe so,” Ted said, but there was doubt in his voice.“I’m coming from the west side of the mall,” I said, as I began to cruise around the access road that circled the massive shopping center.The lunchtime crowd was on hand and diehard shoppers filled the parking slots around the entrances, but it was still a long way from the Christmas rush.Several merchants were touting “pre-Thanksgiving” sales, but the mass movement was a week away.My hand checked the Beretta as I drove.I spoke into the mini-mike.“You got plenty of parking spaces in the area toward I-65?”“Yup,” Ted said.“I’ll park in the open, but not too far from the last line of cars.As soon as they show, I’ll get out and move slowly toward them.Let me know what you see from your vantage point.We’ll stay in contact.”“Roger that.”There was no way the opposition would know we were in communication.The cordless earpiece was skin-tone colored and so small they would have to be looking straight into my ear to detect it, and I had the clip-on mike well camouflaged.I drove the length of the large mall, past Parisian, then turned around the end beyond Sears.Cars were fewer in this area.As soon as I passed the docks where a forklift was unloading large boxes from a big red trailer, I spotted Ted’s Mercury wedged between two smaller cars beyond the Sears Auto Center entrance.He had opted for the last occupied row of the parking area.I spoke into the microphone.“I see you.”“Ditto.”I parked a couple of rows beyond where Ted sat and waited.It didn’t take long.We both spotted the panel truck at the same time.“Here comes company,” Ted said.I watched as the unmarked truck moved slowly across the apron of asphalt from the south.It stopped about forty feet away, its side facing me.A dark-skinned man dressed in a brown hunting jacket and matching cap walked around from the driver’s side.The door to the rear compartment also opened and I saw Jill kneeling there, her hands behind her.There was a cloth gag tied across her mouth.She wore black slacks and a red and brown jacket, the same outfit she had on when I left her and headed for Sam Gannon’s the day before.Someone was behind her.My first impulse was to jump out and run toward her, but I forced myself to hold back.Seeing her that way drove a rage up through me, but also a caution.You don’t display a hostage like this if you’re preparing to release her.He should have brought her out of the truck with him, perhaps holding her arm as a restraint.This looked more like a provocation, an enticement to get me near the vehicle.I grabbed the fake scroll can, slipped out of the Jeep, and began my walk toward the truck [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]