Massive Attack (A Guy Niava Thriller Book 1) by Dana Arama (e reader for manga .txt) 📗

towards the black van. Guy threw his bag on the back seat and sat himself in the passenger’s seat. “These are good conditions to start a search.” He smiled.

I adjusted the mirrors and started the car. I said, “This is definitely much better than driving for eighteen hours to our destination.”

“About the destination. We’re finally alone, so I would appreciate some background.”

“Okay, let’s organize the information we have so that when we close in on our target, it will be the right one.”

I adopted army slang so that he would feel like a soldier serving a goal. I drove towards the service road that led to the gate. I flashed my pass and we continued on our way. While driving and merging into the highway’s thinning evening traffic, I continued explaining. “First fact: We know that Murat Lenika started distributing drugs at the casino. What else do we know about him?”

Guy breathed in deeply and said, “That he kidnapped Jonathan and that he deals in firearms.”

“About that, we are not certain that the deal went through him, and we hope it didn’t, because if the Russian mafia enters the picture, the boy will be a fly ready to be swatted at from both sides.”

“We know that the shipment of sniper rifles was stolen from Germany. We don’t know for certain it was him, but we assume it was him, because these rifles haven’t popped up on the market.”

“How is he going to smuggle them in from Europe into the United States if it hasn’t happened already? Most probably he’ll use his uncle’s transport company.”

“Have his shipments been checked?” he asked.

“They’re still checking.”

“Has anyone complained that their container has been broken into?” And as if to emphasize his idea he added, “Broke into with nothing stolen. Broke into because the innocent shipment wasn’t used just to transport the weapons in the first place.”

“I’ll ask if there was such a complaint connected with the transport company.” I made a call and a young, eager, masculine voice filled the car space. I asked where Thomas was and he answered that Thomas had gone out to get himself a sandwich and that he was now on duty. It made sense, as we had been on red alert for quite a number of hours now, with many more still ahead of us. I ordered the young man to check out if there were any complaints. “Go far back as a year from today. Check complaints regarding break-ins with nothing stolen and break-ins with theft reported. Maybe something was taken to disguise the actual purpose of the break-in.” His answer was a very disciplined, “Yes ma’am,” and I added, “Check the police records and also with the transport company’s records. It could also have been closed without an official investigation, with some sort of bribe.”

Once again, a ‘yes ma’am’ and he hung up.

“Let’s continue our summaries and background. Seventy percent of the drugs entering the United States are controlled by the Mexican cartel. You need to understand that a kilo of crystal meth costs the smuggler between four thousand to six thousand dollars at the beginning of the journey, and at the end of the journey he can sell it for three times that, so it is worth their while to take the risk.”

Out of habit, I checked my mirrors to see if I was being followed. Lately, I’ve had the feeling that mysterious eyes are watching me. I noticed Guy had the same habit, even though the chances of being tracked so far from our starting point were very slim.

“I don’t want to frighten you,” I lied, “But ninety nine percent of crystal meth users are hooked after the first time. The addiction is immediate and physical. If Lenika decides to shoot up Jonathan it won’t be good. And I definitely think it is a possibility.”

“Thinking about it won’t help us. We need to find Jonathan as soon as possible. You never finished your story about Zorro. What happened to her after she stopped competing?”

“According to credible rumors, she moved to Ukraine and from there to France, as the business partner -- or maybe lover -- of some oligarch. And not just any rich businessman, but one that made his money in less than aboveboard ways. Did you know that in Russian the word ‘businessman’ is synonymous with swindler? But there, too, are different crime levels. This guy got himself into trouble with some Islamic organization in Russia. Allegedly, some arms deal he was involved in didn’t go as expected and the Muslim sheikh on the other side of the deal agreed to take the beautiful Zorro as compensation, into his glorious harem.

“If I’m not mistaken, and I say this because this affair has more unknown than known facts, this whole deal was done under the watchful eye of the Mossad. The Mossad could also have sabotaged the weapons and the deal along with it. We’ll most likely never really know the whole truth. Somehow the information got to one of the most revered Mossad commanders, Gideoni, the one who sent you to us. When he heard about the compensation the sheikh was about to receive, he organized an incredible mission to kidnap Zorro and bring her to Israel.”

“A huge violation, by the way, one that could’ve cost him his job,” Guy smilingly pointed out. “When did all that happen?”

I noted to myself that any person who knew the facts of this mission was once part of the system and maybe still part of the same system.

I answered, “More than ten years ago.” I glanced at him. By the look on his face, he probably wasn’t a fighter in the Mossad at that time.

“What did she do in Israel?”

“She became a source of information. This woman is not only good at fencing. She is excellent at identifying situations and using them creatively. That is the essence of fencing. She is also very good at using them to her own advantage. Alex is very smart and