Savage Recruit (Ryan Savage Thriller Series Book 8) by Jack Hardin

Author:Jack Hardin [Hardin, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Salty Mangrove Press
Published: 2021-03-07T16:00:00+00:00

We took Motorway 1 south into the heart of Athens and merged onto Motorway 8, riding it west toward the coast and the Bay of Phalerum. Chachi’s contact had indicated he was willing to talk, but not beneath the gaze of the neighborhood where he lived and worked. So he sent us farther west, where he could talk freely without fear of being observed.

After exiting the motorway, our directions took us through a neighborhood of single family homes, past a series of quaint shops and local eateries, and down a sandy lane that terminated at a public park atop a cliff overlooking the bay. A full repertoire of playground equipment was positioned around a wood-framed pavilion providing shelter for a dozen brightly painted picnic tables.

Boomer pulled into an unmarked parking space, and we got out. Two young mothers stood near the slide watching their small children play. An older man sat on a bench near the cliff’s edge, staring at the vastness of the bay spread out before him. The only other person was a sturdy man sitting at one of the picnic tables, preoccupied with the contents of his phone.

We made our way over, and as we stepped beneath the pavilion, he looked up, pocketed his phone, and stood up. “You Chachi’s friends?” We confirmed, shook hands with him, and took our places across from him.

His features were large, his head shaved, his fingernails painted black, and a tattoo of the Virgin Mary decorated his forearm.

A steady breeze ran off the bay, stirring my hair and the palm trees that flanked the park. In the distance, a container ship moved south out of the Gulf of Elefsina, no doubt heading for the Port of Piraeus several miles to the south.

I thanked Solon for meeting with us. “I hear you and Chachi were related at one time?”

“Yeah...yeah. He was married to my younger sister for a while. Me and Chachi always got along. I went to America to visit them a few years ago for their Thanksgiving holiday. He and I smoked cigars, drank a lot of whiskey, and even went to the range to shoot some of his guns. If I’m honest with you, I like him a hell of a lot more than I like my sister.” He chuckled to himself. “She’s a selfish brat. Chachi’s way too good for her.”

“He’s a good brother,” Boomer said. “He’s saved my ass more than a few times.”

“Yeah,” Solon said. “That’s Chachi for you. Anyway, he came by my tattoo shop yesterday. I was like, damn, I didn’t even know you were in town. Then he told me about the government lady who was kidnapped.”

“She’s his direct report,” Boomer said, using his thumb to point to me. “And she’s kind of a big deal to our government.”

“That’s what Chachi said.” Solon craned his neck and looked around as if he wanted to make sure he wasn’t being watched. “I know I’m being paranoid, asking you to meet me here like this.” He leaned in closer and lowered his voice.

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