Cigarettes for Two: A Lee Thomas Novel (Spy Dreams Book 3) by Tom Fugate

Author:Tom Fugate [Fugate, Tom]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-06-22T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

I felt extremely slimy as I walked to my car. Robertson and his crew had put enough cocaine up their noses to get a small country stoned or maybe comatose. This was on top of the amount that they had used at the Bonefish. Combine that with all of the alcohol and I was amazed they were even breathing. I had thought I would have to kill someone to keep from having to use drugs myself. From the amount of drugs and alcohol I could not decide what use they would be to the women. The fumes in the air from pot and other items being smoked could cause a very bad contact buzz. I do not like that feeling. Still, Robertson wanted me to move ‘things’ for him. His organization had already heard the carefully crafted background that was part of my fake identity. Lee Williams had a reputation for reliably moving various types of things into and out of the country. It is always nice to find out how well a false identity is working. People who create solid legends are worth their weight in any precious metal you care to name.

One of the big problems faced with drug dealers who dealt with any significant volume was how to launder the cash. People forget that it was the IRS who took down Capone. People with large amounts of disposable income and no visible means of earning that income draw attention. Many times when a law enforcement officer could not make a solid enough case for a conviction for the actual criminal acts he could make a solid enough case to call in the dogs of the IRS. Smuggling cash is not easy. Money gets bulky. Cocaine is compact compared to either money or pot. I had heard tales of plastic wrapped pallets of cash being shipped in semis. In this case it sounded like he did not need the money moved for laundering but for payments. He must have had some problems in the past if he wanted someone to deliver payments. Well people in the drug trade are not the most trustworthy. I could not help but wonder who the deliveries would go to. Word was that he had connections with a lot of different people.

Robertson had taken the bait. He wanted me to make a delivery for him. The hook was set and now it was a matter of getting evidence to take him down. I was going to need the “Wild Turkey” for a trip very soon. My normal paranoia made me keep checking behind me. Since I had a large and very scary black man with a really big rifle and a female spotter covering me from a nearby rooftop I almost relaxed, but didn’t.

Stay nervous and stay alive was a mantra that had been almost beaten into my head. The key to that was to not look nervous. I scanned the street out of long and hard won habit. Across the street was a police car about halfway down the block to my left.

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