Harsh Justice by Tyler Egan

Author:Tyler Egan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: revenge, justice, conspiracy, vengeance, drug cartel, crime thriller, navy seal, weapons of mass destruction

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

It was nearly noon when I parked my car in a long-term lot adjacent to Interstate 5 and walked into Mexico via the San Ysidro border crossing.

I was chosen for a random search, and after telling the border guards that I was coming down to spend the night partying in Tijuana, they walked me through a metal detector then let me pass without further hassle. Besides the clothes on my back, I had brought only money with me; six hundred dollars in my front right pocket and two thousand more in each of my shoes, just in case I ran into trouble.

The first thing I noticed whenever I crossed the border was the smell. It wasn’t horrible but it was definitely different; a little more ripe and slightly less refined. I always found it interesting that the air itself served as a constant reminder that you were no longer in the United States.

I walked through Revolucion Square—avoiding the swarming crowds of kids selling chicle and various other trinkets as though they carried the plague—and headed over to the first street vendor I saw.

I bought a local phone cards from the small, smiling vendor, then crossed the pedestrian bridge over the Tijuana River. From there I found a pay phone and dialed the number of my contact.

The line rang three times before it was picked up. A computer-generated voice prompt instructed me to enter a six-digit code to access a mailbox. I did so.

There was a series of three short beeps, then a female voice said: “You are already checked into the Hotel Real Del Mar under the name Philip Crawford. Your key is waiting for you at the desk. You will be contacted exactly three hours after you make this phone call.”

There was a click and the line went dead.

Laughing at what I considered to be unnecessary spy shit, I hung up the phone, climbed into the nearest cab, and told the driver to take me to the Hotel Real Del Mar.

Thirty minutes later, we came to a stop. I stepped out of the cab, paid the driver, and walked towards the front entrance of the hotel.

In all the numerous times I’d been to Tijuana, I’d never ventured very far beyond the bars on Avenida Revolucion. I’d always just figured that the whole city mirrored that peculiar strip of neon and grime. Now I knew otherwise.

Although it was technically still part of Tijuana, the Hotel Real Del Mar was the exact opposite of Avenida Revolucion, the equivalent of Hollywood Hills compared to the Sunset Strip. Contrary to my expectations, it was a quaint, beautiful little hotel set above a golf course in the rolling hills overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The air was clear, the lobby was spotless, and the employees were constantly smiling. Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised.

I approached the check-in desk with a smile, only slightly concerned with my lack of identification bearing the name Philip Crawford. I figured the situation must have been taken care

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