The Grey Man- Down South by J L Curtis

Author:J L Curtis [Curtis, J L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-24T04:00:00+00:00

Side Trip

Morgan and Menendez picked John up at Mariscal Sucre airport and John asked, “What’s this? Both of you? What’s up, other than I can’t breathe again and my blood pressure is up too after that damn approach and landing?”

Menendez handed John his pistol and holster as soon as they were in the embassy car. “Things have been interesting lately. Yeah, we were hoping the airplane was going to stop before it ran off the end. At least you’re breathing and not passing out. Did you see that older woman fall out?”

John grunted, “Yeah. She got about ten feet and flop. It’s pretty bad when the aircraft is pressurized to a lower altitude than the airport. At least it wasn’t a long walk from the airplane to customs.”

As he threaded the holster through his belt loops, Morgan asked, “Did you get called in about reports, John?”

John got the holster situated, press checked the 1911, slipped the safety on and slid it in his holster while he thought of what to say. “Yeah, I got called in. Met with, I’m guessing, one of your guys and one of our guys in a sealed conference room. They had a list of questions, poly’ed me and I guess were pissed when I just answered them truthfully.”

Menendez turned around and looked at him. “Were you specifically asked about my reports?”

John cocked his head. “Actually, now that I think of it, no. Nothing about our AOR over here other than the money trail. It was mostly generic questions about interactions, well, except for a couple of the reports about killing the bad guys. Mostly it was how well we got along with the agency, blah, blah, blah.” He saw Morgan smiling in the mirror and added, “I didn’t say anything about your loaners from the basement either. And they wondered why I got pissed about the money and the reports. Fuckers…”

Morgan laughed. “Yeah, you get pissed, that throws off the polygraph, they can’t believe you’re submitting honest reports. As far as the guns, most of them are off the books anyway. And you help me, I help you.”

John shook his head. “Okay, what the hell is going on?”

“Smuggling,” Menendez said.

“Uh, isn’t that why we’re down here?”

Morgan burst out laughing and Menendez glared at him before continuing. “The bosses want somebody to go down to Peru for a couple of weeks. Apparently the coca paste smugglers down there are getting creative, and a good amount of money is going missing between the raids and the reports, maybe including our folks. And I was told to keep you from getting too active for another month.”

“Creative,” John asked.

“Yeah, creative. They are apparently smuggling it in via commercial trucks now. Policia Nacional at Macra had an overloaded truck hit the bridge and when they started looking around, there were barrels that had fallen off the truck and broken open.”

“Chemicals?”

“Supposedly acid, but they were actually filled with water, and twenty kilos each of coca paste in waterproof packaging. When they checked the truck, there were ten barrels full of water and coca paste on the truck.

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