by Don Easton
Jean-Louie nodded, then pointed his finger at Jack and Laura and said, “Under no circumstances are you to leave Cali! It will be difficult to provide cover here, but the city is big enough that they are used to strangers. Nearby cities, like Buga and Palmira, are infested with spies. People who are the eyes and ears of various drug lords. Any cover team put in these areas would be quickly identified and you would be executed ... quickly, if you were lucky.”
“Our friend says Ramirez lives on the northwest edge of the city,” said Jack. “That is where we intend to meet with him. From what I understand, Ramirez is not anxious to leave his own place. Travel elsewhere should not be a problem.”
Jean-Louie reached for his briefcase and said, “I’ll show you some aerial photographs of his estate. He’s situated on forty acres with the best security money can buy. He has a tennis court, a couple of pools, and it is even reported that he has a bowling alley in his home.”
“Sounds like he is managing to eke out a living,” said Laura, before smiling.
“This guy is big,” replied Jean-Louie. His voice was serious and there was little doubt that he was worried. “I’ll get guys in the vicinity to try and follow in the event you drive someplace, like to a restaurant or something. Just remember they can’t get too close. You’d be dead if they’re spotted. As far as being at his place ... nobody could ever get to you in time if something did go wrong. So understand that you’ll all be on your own when you’re there.”
“We understand,” replied Jack. “Our friend did call Ramirez before we came down. He was told to go to a shoe store here in Cali first where he was to place a call to arrange to meet.”
“I read the reports on Satans Wrath’s past involvement with the Carlos cartel,” said Jean-Louie. “If Ramirez isn’t available, maybe your friend could look him up. He’s not quite as sophisticated as Ramirez, but personally I believe he would be a worthy target. His reputation is rather ugly.”
“Carlos drew too much heat when he took out that lawyer in Vancouver for skimming money,” said Jack.
Jean-Louie wasn’t easily dissuaded. He responded, “I-HIT is looking for four guys connected to Carlos for the lawyer’s disappearance. Also his brother, Ramon. I’m sure they’re back here now. If your guy is still tight with Carlos, it might be a good chance to find out.”
Jack shook his head and replied, “Satans Wrath does-n’t want anything to do with them. They’re too unpredictable. Ramirez is our target. We’ll go with our friend in a few minutes to the shoe store and let him reconnect. We can then let you know when and where.”
Jean-Louie slowly nodded and then said, “Good enough. It’s your call. We’ll cover you when you go. I was told you’re playing the part of your friend’s money launderer?”
Jack nodded and said, “I know enough to pull it off.”
“And you?” said Jean-Louie while looking at Laura. “I understand that you’re pretending to be the mistress?”
“As much as I hate bikers, I think I can manage the role,” replied Laura.
“You recently dye your hair red?” asked Jean-Louie.
Laura frowned, then replied, “Why do you ask?” “Ramirez has a reputation for loving redheads. I just wondered if you did it to impress him.”
Laura shrugged and said, “Not really. I just thought I would try a new look.”
Jean-Louie would have accepted her explanation but saw her glance at Jack when she answered. She wants to know if Jack approved of her response. They are hiding something.
“There is one more thing,” said Jean-Louie. “You have your cell so I’ll give you a cool number in Canada that is on call-forward back to me. If there is a problem, pretend you are calling your colleague in Canada. Try and let me know what is going on, but be aware that they might have the equipment to monitor both ends of the conversation.”
“Understood,” said Jack. “If I want the cavalry to arrive, I’ll ask how Charlie is. Otherwise, just play it by ear.”
“Good enough. If I hear Charlie I’ll send the teams in with guns blazing, although I doubt they could get to you in time.”
As Jack wrote down the phone number, Laura said, “You know, Jack, I’ve had a migraine all morning. Would you mind if I skipped going with you to make the call? I need to lie down for a couple of hours.”
“Not a problem,” replied Jack. “It’s just a phone call. Besides, our friend wants to go into the store alone. He doesn’t want to include either of us until he gets permission from Ramirez to introduce us. You and I won’t do our thing before this afternoon.”
Jean-Louie watched as they left. Laura’s eyes look bright and alert. Her reputation says she’s dedicated. Too dedicated to be put off by a headache while in Colombia, of all places!
Jean-Louie returned to his own room and sat on the bed for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before reaching for the phone. He hoped his gut instincts were wrong. He hated dirty cops.
A team from the Anti-Corruption Unit were only minutes away. The call was brief. Jean-Louie would pair off the RCMP narcs with the Colombian team to cover Jack and Damien. ACU would monitor Laura. Room bugs had not picked up anything of value yet, although Damien was prone to talking in his sleep.
Laura waited until she knew that Jack, Damien, and the cover team had left the hotel before putting the “Do Not Disturb” sign on her door and heading to the lobby. Soon she found a taxi driver who spoke a leetle English to take her to the northwest part of the city. She wanted to find a motel on the outskirts, someplace isolated. The taxi driver smiled. For such a beautiful woman, he understood the need for discretion. He knew a few such places.
Eventually Laura settled for Maria’s Cabinas. The taxi driver waited patiently while Laura went inside the officina and rented three cabins grouped in a cluster. Only one unit would be used, but Laura didn’t want anyone else hit by a stray bullet when Carlos died.
On her way back to her hotel, she had the taxi stop at a pharmacia. In the event the team was back from covering Jack and spotted her entering the hotel lobby, the pills she carried to relieve her migraine would explain her absence.
She entered the hotel lobby and did not see anyone she recognized. Moments later, she got off the elevator and paused in the hall and knocked on Jack’s door. There was no answer so she entered her own room and closed the door behind her. She took a few steps and abruptly stopped. Her room had not remained empty in her absence. She was in trouble and she knew it. Before she could move, a sharp knock landed on her door.
chapter thirty-six
Jack parked the car a couple of blocks from the shoe store and lagged behind Damien as they walked. He used his cellphone to discreetly take a picture of Damien from behind, then another of his profile as he crossed the street. The third picture was of Damien passing a newsstand. Today’s headlines were taped to the wooden structure in the background.
When Damien entered the shoe store, Jack remained outside while he placed a call and sent the three pictures.
As discreet as Jack tried to be, his actions did not completely escape the sharp eyes of Jean-Louie. He was not sure that Jack had actually taken pictures, but there was no doubt that he had made a phone call. Jean-Louie’s thoughts were interrupted when he received a text message from the Anti-Corruption team who were detailed to follow Laura:
Information just received. Reference the four men associated to the Carlos cartel sought in the disappearance of a Vancouver lawyer. These men connected to a warehouse near Vancouver where spent bullets were recovered from a wooden beam used for target practice. Lab matched these bullets to the same gun used in the unsolved murder of a man in Surrey last April. The victim was named Jack Taggart. His one-year-old child, Charlie, was left a paraplegic as a result of the murder. Believe this murder was a botched assassination attempt on Cpl. Jack Taggart. If there is any indication that Cpl. Taggart is connecting with the Carlos cartel, have the Colombian police arrest him immediately and detain for interrogation.
Carlos was inclined to dismiss the telephone call. It was not possible. But when he studied the three pictures he knew that he was wrong. Damien was here! He had the nerve to come to Colombia to hire an assassin to kill him!
Carlos had been busy plotting to send a team of professionals to Canada to seek revenge. Fantasizing about how he could inflict the most pain before killing Damien had become an obsession. Now Damien shows up in my own backyard!
“I understand that you would like to ... speak with this man,” said Jack.
“Very much,” replied Carlos. “Face to face!”
“I would expect a fee to arrange this. Say $1 million in American?”
“You show me where he is and I will agree to that.”
“I also want your assurance that you will never come after me or my family again.”
“For this, you are my amigo.”
“Good. I am told he will only be in Colombia tonight. I have someone close to him. He fears you. He said he would never be taken alive.”
“I want the last face he sees to be mine!”
“I will know later where he is staying. My friend may be in a position to assist. I am told he always likes to take a shower after having sex. Perhaps my friend will signal when he is in the shower. Do we have a deal?”
“Si, Señor Taggart. We have a deal! How may I contact you?”
“I will contact you. I suggest you have people standing by. Time is of the essence. It will have to be tonight or early tomorrow morning.”
Damien left the shoe store and met with Jack.
“Went great,” said Damien. “They tracked down Ramirez and I spoke with him on the phone. He invited all three of us to his villa for lunch. I declined. It’s noon now. We need more time to get organized, so I said we would be there at two.”
“Excellent. Good work.”
“Everything okay out here?”
“Perfect,” said Jack.
Jack and Damien entered the hotel lobby just as Laura stepped inside the elevator. They caught the next elevator, and moments later Jack knocked on Laura’s door. He saw the movement as she checked the peephole, then opened the door.
Jack saw the look of concern on her face as she held her finger to her lips.
Damien, standing behind Jack, did not see Laura’s finger and asked, “You sneak out and rent a place to use?”
Jack grabbed Damien by the arm but was too late. Both men silently followed Laura inside the room.
Laura pointed to her pillow.
Jack saw the coin and picked it up. A Canadian penny!
Damien frowned and looked at Jack and Laura for an explanation. Jack used a piece of hotel stationery to write “We’re bugged.”
Damien briefly closed his eyes and slapped his forehead. His question to Laura was a serious mistake.
“So, I didn’t really hear you,” said Jack, while turning to face Laura. “Were you able to sneak out and rent a place without anyone knowing?”
Laura was startled but saw the slight nod of Jack’s head.
“Yes, I did,” she said. “Three of them. A place called Maria’s Cabinas.”
“Good,” said Jack somewhat loudly. “I feel bad not letting anyone know, but it is for our own protection. Jean-Louie may trust his people, but I don’t. If anything goes wrong and we need a safe place to hide, that will be it. You pay cash and use a fake name like I told you to?”
Laura took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She then replied, “You bet. How did it go with you? Did you connect?”
“Went smooth,” said Damien, glancing around the room and wondering if video had also been installed. “We’ve been invited to meet Ramirez at his villa at two.”
“I better let Jean-Louie and the narcs know,” said Jack, looking at Damien. “Why don’t you grab a table in the restaurant downstairs for lunch. Laura and I will pay them a quick visit and then come down.”
When the trio left the room, Jack turned to Laura and said, “I thought Elvis was still at home?”
“He is. I talked to him last night. He took the call on the first ring. He wouldn’t lie to me about that!”
“What the hell is going on?” growled Damien. “Who is Elvis?”
“Laura’s husband. Works Anti-Corruption,” said Jack.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” said Damien, looking at Laura.
“He’s a great guy.” Laura shrugged.
“Yeah? Well who are you working on?” asked Damien.
“Enough,” said Jack. “She’s solid. We wouldn’t have been warned if it hadn’t been for her husband. Someone is suspicious. You can bet they’ve got bugs in at Maria’s Cabinas and everywhere else they can.”
“I’m used to that,” grunted Damien. “Now you know how it feels. Shouldn’t change anything.”
“We’re in too deep to back out,” said Jack.
“Good,” said Damien. “Besides, what could really go wrong? All you do is make a phone call and we head for the airport. Let Ramirez take care of loose ends.”
Laura rolled her eyes and thought, What could go wrong? Oh man...
Jack and Laura both forced themselves to smile when Damien stopped at the guard house at the entrance to the Ramirez estate. One guard, carrying an M16A1 automatic rifle, checked their faces carefully while another guard used a telephone. Moments later, the electronic gate opened and they were allowed to proceed.
The estate was treed with a variety of pine, teak, and palm trees. The long driveway that eventually meandered up to the mansion was lined with palm trees. Jack and Laura caught glimpses of guards, with M16s slung over their shoulders, patrolling the grounds.
Jack grimaced. Jean-Louie was right. We’re on our own. He exchanged glances with Laura and Damien. He knew they were thinking the same thing. All we have is each other...
Introductions were made inside the front entrance to the mansion. Above their heads hung a chandelier that was slightly larger than a Volkswagen.
Ramirez was cordial, spoke excellent English, and his eyes sparkled when he met Laura. Jack guessed that he was about sixty years old. He was a tall, solid-looking man with grey hair that contrasted sharply with his dark skin. He had a long ponytail that made his balding head more obvious. Despite the heat and the humidity, he was dressed in a long-sleeved silk shirt and slacks. Leather sandals adorned his feet.
They were ushered out to the rear of the mansion, past an Olympic-sized pool where a bevy of young and beautiful women either lay on lounge chairs or cooled themselves in the water. Most wore thong bikinis and some had elected to go topless.
Minutes later, they took a seat in a gazebo and drinks were offered. Both Jack and Laura chose a Chilean Riesling, while Damien settled for a beer. Ramirez also chose the Riesling.
Conversation was light until after the waiter poured the wine and placed an Aguila beer in front of Damien. As soon as he had left, Ramirez looked at Damien and said, “So, amigo, you have brought ... your friends with you on this trip?”
“They’re acquainted with the business,” replied Damien. “Jack here is good with numbers.”
“Numbers?” asked Ramirez.
“I am like a gardener,” said Jack. “I know how to make them grow ... safely.”
Ramirez laughed, then raised his glass to salute Jack. As he took a sip, he paused to look at Laura and asked, “And you, my beautiful lady. Why is it that you are here?”
“Oh, I’m just here to help murder you,” said Laura.
Ramirez’s eyes widened and he spit wine from his mouth while signalling to a nearby guard who quickly dropped his weapon from his shoulder.
“Christ!” said Damien.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” said Laura, looking at Ramirez. “I take it that Da
mien has not explained that part to you?”
Ramirez gestured for his guard to wait while Damien quickly explained the situation. When he was finished, Ramirez looked at the three of them and said, “So ... this worthless dog, Carlos, he has hired a beautiful woman to lure me away to be murdered.”
Jack studied Ramirez’s face as he spoke. His words were calm, sounding matter-of-fact. His face revealed his true feelings. Despite his dark skin, there was a noticeable redness, and the tendons in his neck protruded slightly more than usual. He was clearly angered.
“We’ve rented a place nearby,” said Jack, “called Maria’s Cabinas. We thought we would tell Carlos that Laura had lured you there.”
“This does not seem right to me,” said Ramirez, while scratching his chin and frowning. He looked at Damien and said, “I have heard that after we last met you went to Carlos to do business. Is that correct?”
“That’s correct,” replied Damien. “His prices were a little better than yours.”
“So why do you not still do business with him? Why come to me?”
“When he saw Laura, I think it gave him an idea. Obviously this was something he intended to do but had not yet figured out how, until now.”
“You have not answered what I asked! Why do you not work for him?”
“His price was cheaper ... but my instincts say not to trust him. He only thinks of himself. He wants to have Laura in the room with you when he and his men decide to attack. He wants her to stand in the window and give a signal. When I mentioned I was concerned for her safety, he threatened me.” Damien then clenched his fist on the table and added, “I will not be threatened ... by anyone!”
Ramirez appeared unimpressed and said, “But Carlos would know that I would not travel to such a ... rendezvous ... without protection,” said Ramirez.
“He thought if you believed that Laura was my woman,” said Damien, “so as to be discreet, you would not surround yourself with bodyguards.”