West of Laredo - Tom Armbruster (the unexpected everything TXT) 📗
- Author: Tom Armbruster
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of the problems down there, and I got to tell you it’s getting bad and it’s coming our way.”
He said, “Yea, some kid in the Foreign Service, I think she was about 12 years old, blonde haired kid from Minnesota was lecturing me about that a couple weeks ago. Been chewing on it ever since.”
“Was her name Penny?”
“Penny? Yea, Lee Penny.”
“Good officer.”
“Yea, you can tell her her idea’s sinking in with me. Takes me a while, but every now and then I can start to change direction.”
*56*
Salvatore likes to think in the one room house near the old dried up lake. Tonight he's thinking about his meeting in Mexico City with Pico. That was nice. He was into the detention center in five minutes, faced Pico, told him he was going to hell and plunged his knife into Pico's chest and twisted, yelling at Pico the whole time. Pico died hard. The Zetas were definitely taken down a notch. Salvatore regrets that his Rubia never worked for him, but her little incident in the police station took out five of the most dangerous Zetas for a while and he was able to take one out himself permanently. One of Salvatore's spies at the Mexico City police station was able to identify another 3 Zetas who took part in the courtyard standoff and they all died hard too. Salvatore is looking at new routes, new clients, and new methods. He’s even thought of setting up shop in San Diego, or Tampa, or someplace where he can take some of his crew and do a little retail business instead of wholesale. His security force is now part Afghan, part Russian, part Chinese. They are dangerous as hell. But Salvatore has no visas to exchange. He's had to pay these guys in drugs and money. But that's alright. Salvatore knows how to wait. He knows when to wait. And when to kill. Now it's time to wait, but the time to kill will come again. And he'll be ready.
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He said, “Yea, some kid in the Foreign Service, I think she was about 12 years old, blonde haired kid from Minnesota was lecturing me about that a couple weeks ago. Been chewing on it ever since.”
“Was her name Penny?”
“Penny? Yea, Lee Penny.”
“Good officer.”
“Yea, you can tell her her idea’s sinking in with me. Takes me a while, but every now and then I can start to change direction.”
*56*
Salvatore likes to think in the one room house near the old dried up lake. Tonight he's thinking about his meeting in Mexico City with Pico. That was nice. He was into the detention center in five minutes, faced Pico, told him he was going to hell and plunged his knife into Pico's chest and twisted, yelling at Pico the whole time. Pico died hard. The Zetas were definitely taken down a notch. Salvatore regrets that his Rubia never worked for him, but her little incident in the police station took out five of the most dangerous Zetas for a while and he was able to take one out himself permanently. One of Salvatore's spies at the Mexico City police station was able to identify another 3 Zetas who took part in the courtyard standoff and they all died hard too. Salvatore is looking at new routes, new clients, and new methods. He’s even thought of setting up shop in San Diego, or Tampa, or someplace where he can take some of his crew and do a little retail business instead of wholesale. His security force is now part Afghan, part Russian, part Chinese. They are dangerous as hell. But Salvatore has no visas to exchange. He's had to pay these guys in drugs and money. But that's alright. Salvatore knows how to wait. He knows when to wait. And when to kill. Now it's time to wait, but the time to kill will come again. And he'll be ready.
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Publication Date: 04-22-2010
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