“How the hell did you…,” Joseph stared at the second pistol that was now in her left hand and his eyes then moved towards the beach bag askew on the floor beside them.
“You never reached in that bag unless…You grabbed it during our little tumble onto the floor?” Joseph stared at her in disbelief and pondered if it was possible that he was actually knocked unconscious.
“Who the hell are you?” The acrobatic move still did not seem possible to him.
“I ask the questions. Don’t f with me and you will live. You can trust me there. I’m tired of killing people. I just want some answers.”
“Now, where is Solomon?” She thought it best to get right to the point. Her partner was waiting for her.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Joseph said indignantly. He barely finished the sentence before the silenced pistol loosed a bullet through his right shoulder and lodged in the wood plank floor.
“Argh. You little bitch! Ow!” He screamed as she now applied pressure to the wound.
“Where?” Anna demanded.
“What does it matter to you? He’s small potatoes. Just a former enforcer for the Columbian drug lords!”
“He also is wanted for killing agents of the FBI and CIA on US soil who were friends of mine.”
“You’re lying.”
“Think so? He is also wanted for aiding and abetting two terrorists.” It was a new threat that tended to work well. Drug dealers were often ignored by the authorities due to time and money constraints. Terrorists used the bolder ones to move money around. Threaten a small fry in the market and they sometimes got nervous.
Joseph looked unsure of himself for the first time as he realized the potential enormity of the situation. It made more sense than a DEA agent looking for a drug suspect. She was taking too many risks with her assault on him for something so minor. The wheels of justice in the islands of the Caribbean were still lax and greased by bribes. You could easily find yourself in jail if you made the wrong provincial governor angry. Many islands had vastly improved in order to attract more foreign money, but the threat was still there, especially for outsiders so it would not make sense for her to run that risk unless Solomon was in deep. He made a quick decision.
“I helped him transfer some money into Mexico. He was looking to hook up with one of the cartels there. Drug wars are starting to turn nasty. It’s the new Columbia.”
“That’s better. Why did he choose you to do the transfers?”
“We’re a small bank. Off most people’s maps. He liked that. Plus I know the ropes around here,” he said with a hint of pride.
“You’re former life as a DEA agent probably helps to?”
“How the hell did you know?” The smirk of pride vanished quickly.
She ignored the question and continued her pursuit. “Where in Mexico did he go?”
“Merida.”
“When did he leave Belize?”
“Two weeks ago. At least that is when he said he was leaving”
Ten minutes later she had used the password he gave her to get all the information on Solomon’s banking activities off his computer as well as the name of a realtor he gave to Solomon. Joseph was unconscious on the floor, his wound bound as best she could for the moment. She would call in the robbery to the police shortly. She shot out the cameras, wiped down any surface she touched, and took some cash to make the robbery look a little more real. She cautiously stepped out into the dusty, deserted road, the late afternoon soon baking the rows of dilapidated buildings.
She was one step closer to her goal. Can I get to him before Jamal? Solomon was morally bankrupt, a former spy, and a former bodyguard for drug lords and terrorists, but he was almost certainly being hunted by an even more dangerous creature; the former secret service agent/Navy Seal/now terrorist known as Jamal. A beast of a man who in their last encounter not only almost ended Anna’s life, but nearly succeeded in unleashing nuclear Armageddon on the United States. A seasoned veteran at just a shade past thirty years old Anna had survived longer than most in the dirty business of espionage, and there were few things left that scared her. Jamal fit nicely into that small category.
To Be Continued….
Table of Contents
Praises
Copyright
Prologue
Part I The Bait
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Part II The Hunt
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Part III The Kill
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Excerpt from One single Warrior
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