Caravan of Thieves
David Rich
Language: English
Pages: 171
ISBN: 0451419251
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Like his con artist father, Rollie Waters knows all the angles, and he's never fewer than two steps ahead of trouble. But unlike his father, Rollie is not a criminal. Only when he's working undercover for the Marines, inhabiting a false identity, is Rollie comfortable in his own skin.
But after he's yanked out of his latest assignment and tossed into the brig, he's not that surprised to hear that a lot of government money has gone missing and the officials think Rollie's father took it. The only way to find Dan Waters is to trace the frail tendrils of truth scattered among Rollie's childhood memories. To do that, he'll have to go deep into the undercover identity of a lifetime—his own.
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the right age. The town house was in a stylish white stucco building in south Scottsdale. I parked down the street and watched it for a minute. Shannon said, “You want me to wait here?” “Suit yourself.” “I just thought…” “What?” “It’s your mother, maybe anyway and…” “You don’t want to intrude. That’s fine. Thanks.” A phony act, but I couldn’t see why I cared. I left her in the car. Gloria Waters had an end unit, Number 8. A sprinkler missed the small bushes spaced along the edge of the
Angeles traffic, which would help percolate everyone’s impatience and frustration. I wanted them aware of each other, jockeying for position, distracted. I made a few extra freeway exits and entrances so they had to work a little harder because my route did not make sense. I parked in a lot off Hollywood Boulevard just after six thirty. The street was already crowded: tourists from around the world and around the country there to see the pavement and the facades, tourists from around town there
million dollars and put half in each of two backpacks. Loretta was in the bakery, waiting, in case any more kids got off the bus. I ordered coffee and a cranberry muffin for me and a scone for her. Her hand shook and I thought she was going to spill the coffee. She caught me looking and spilled some on purpose and laughed without smiling. “I might call for this key. It’s best if you can leave it somewhere where I don’t have to get it directly from you. If I’m not back in two months, consider it
steep corrugated incline that led to a plateau and gentler-looking, sloping hills on our right. Dan’s hideout was on a boat; mine was in a cave. I was ten years old when Johnny Tully, the brother of one of Dan’s girlfriends, asked me if I wanted to come along for a ride to find buried treasure. He was just out of juvie home, where he had come across a map, “a genuine treasure map.” The treasure, in that case, being fifty kilos of Colombian marijuana. I never knew what he was hopped up on. He
Remington?” “Stand down, Lieutenant! That’s an order!” I looked to Jessica, but she showed nothing. Sweat dripped into my eyes. My strength was fading. Impatience surged through me like lust. My sense of humor had evaporated. “Colonel, I lied. I’m really asking because I want to know where to send your remains.” “You’re not thinking clearly,” he said, and he took off his sunglasses to give me the eerie stare. “You have nowhere to go except with us. You don’t care about the money and we offer
