Wilco- Lone Wolf 9 by Geoff Wolak

Author:Geoff Wolak
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-01-17T05:00:00+00:00

After dark, at a posh residence in west Panama City, a building security guard was led away, pistol in his neck, money handed over, CCTV disabled. A dozen men with heavy equipment followed myself and Sasha up to the penthouse, the door levered open, no other apartments on this floor to worry about.

Inside, we found it dusty in places, freshly cleaned in a few areas, a cleaning rota left on display for the absent owners to scan when they visited. I moved to the fireplace, hands on hips. ‘OK, break it down quietly.’

Kettle knocked on, Sasha made tea as the wall was demolished, not as quietly as I had wished for. I stood staring the city lights with Sasha, this penthouse offering a great view to its absent owners.

‘Here,’ a man called, an Hispanic.

I walked over, tea put down, and he pulled out a dusty holdall covered in plastic. Plastic layers cut away, bag opened, I inspected the cash, all large dollar bills. Ten bags later, and we had a large hole, debris all over the nice marble floor. On the cleaning rota I wrote: ‘Needs a bit of a sweep.’

Back at the villa, I had the British line up outside the bunkhouse. ‘Listen up. If you have anything on you that you shouldn’t ... hand it over now, because on landing in Belize the MPs will strip search you, torch up your arse. Crates will be examined in great detail.’

They exchanged looks.

Rizzo handed over a bag of diamonds. ‘I forgot about them, in my webbing like.’

‘Of course,’ I quipped. ‘Anything else?’

Tomo handed over a wad of dollars. ‘Was going to the cat welfare people.’

‘I’m sure it was. Anything else?’

They exchanged looks.

I said, ‘They’ll be bonuses for you back in the UK, don’t worry. But if you have any drugs on you, anything else, it’s a long prison term. Think about that before you board the plane tomorrow.’

Five minutes later I handed the diamonds to Tomsk. ‘British had these, turn them into some cash.’

‘The soldiers had them?’

‘Yes, but they’d never know how to sell them.’ I placed down the wad of dollars. ‘Don’t give them anything to take back, have it delivered in the UK. We’ll all be searched when we get back.’

Tomsk nodded.

DEA Frank appeared, newspaper in hand again. ‘Story about you in the Washington Post.’ He handed me the paper. I read, ‘Petrov: world’s most wanted, or a national hero in Panama?’

I read the detail to Tomsk.

Frank said, ‘Panama Government would never hand you over to the FBI. Talk of a Presidential pardon for past crimes.’

I shrugged and made a face. ‘Nice to be popular.’

‘Problem is,’ Frank began, ‘that people Stateside are questioning your role with the cartel raid. Some papers say it was British soldiers, some say it was you and the Russians.’

‘The cartel bosses will say that it was British soldiers,’ I told Frank. ‘Part of my deal with them.’

One of the house guards came in and stopped. ‘That money, eighty million dollars. Deeds to a hotel.

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