Scarcity by Randall Wood

Author:Randall Wood
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781938825200
Publisher: Tension Bookworks
Published: 2013-01-06T00:00:00+00:00

Mexico: Police Chief Abducted

THE ASSOCIATED PRESS—July 18, 2008

—SEVENTEEN—

Manuel had sat quietly and watched for the last two hours while Jimmy produced his little black book and made a series of phone calls. Most of the conversations were short and Jimmy often worked his sentences to fit in a certain code word. This would lead to another number being called and another phrase spoken. Finally Jimmy reached who he wanted and the conversation was one of two old friends catching up. Eventually they got around to business, and Jimmy told the man what he needed. A few details were worked out before the conversation ended. Jimmy set the phone down and kicked the chair back.

“So now what?”

“We wait,” was all the reply Manuel got.

An hour went by until the phone rang again. Jimmy answered on the first ring and was soon taking notes. Several grunted replies later, he hung up and tore the page off the pad.

“Pack up your stuff. We won’t be coming back here.”

A few hours later found them cruising through an industrial section of town populated mainly by warehouses and fenced-in lots. Dogs barked from behind fences as they passed and the occasional truck passed them moving another load, but the street was mostly empty.

“Is that it?”

Manuel followed his partner’s pointed finger and used his sharper eyes to read the numbers on the side of the building.

“That’s it. He said around back, second door.”

Jimmy spun the wheel to comply while looking for the welcoming committee. He didn’t have to wait long. As the car approached the second corner of the building a man with a sub-machinegun cradled in his arms stepped out in front of them. The barrel didn’t waver. Jimmy slowed to a stop and thumbed the window down.

The man approached slowly until he was standing next to the car.

“You Jimmy?”

“That would be me. Tony sent me.”

“Pull up to the second door. It’ll open for ya.”

“Got it.”

The man stepped back into the shadow of the building and disappeared. Jimmy did what he had been told. The door opened to reveal what looked to be a truck maintenance garage. Its greasy floor housed a lift, several tool boxes and all the related equipment. Posters of scantily clad females adorned the walls along with a few Nascar items. A glowing Budweiser racing clock kept the time on the wall. Standing below it was a small man dressed in dirty coveralls. Thick glasses perched on his nose and he thumbed them back up with a dirty hand as he squinted into the approaching headlights. He waved them forward with a nervous energy and Jimmy pulled the car in until he was waved still. The man thumbed a switch on the wall and the door began to close behind them, prompting Manuel to exit the car quickly and reach into his waistband.

“Relax, what the hell? Think I’m gonna shoot ya or something? What the fuck? I don’t do guns, not my thing. Come on in and lemme hear what you want.” The man spoke with a rapid-fire nasal voice and his hands never seemed to stay still.

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