Wild Card (Power Plays)
Jerome Preisler
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 0425199118
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When an anonymous e-mail alerts UpLink International's operatives to suspicious activity on an exclusive island resort, Pete Nimec goes undercover to investigate. What Nimec discovers is a plot to drain oil from the United States Strategic Petroleum Reserves and sell it to outlaw nations. Original.
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the ports of San Felipe and La Fonda, where they were crated and shipped overseas—remained as active as when Lucio had taken in multimillion-dollar profits from the cannibalized auto parts racket, perhaps more so since the garage had become a roof for other lucrative areas of criminal distribution. A competent mechanic was rarely undervalued, and every man who had worked there for Lucio had retained his job. The Navigator, boosted up north, had been headed to the chop shop for disassembly when
inside. “Wha’s goin’ on?” he said, angling his chin toward the bay entrance. “Thought Armand know I got here.” Rugby Shirt’s eyes held firmly on Raul. “No este tu irrespetuoso,” he said. Do not be disrespectful. The kid dragged the back of his hand across his mouth. When he clenched it around the steering wheel again, Lathrop noticed it was glistening with streaks of wiped-off perspiration. “Didn’t mean anythin’,” he said. “Jus’ want to be bringin’ in this coche, do what I gotta do.” Rugby
seeming to notice where Ricci’s gaze had fallen, his lips parting in a kind of smile. “You think I came to take you out,” he said. Ricci shrugged. “I don’t know why you came,” he said. “Wouldn’t waste my time worrying about it.” Lathrop slowly slid his hands out of his pockets and let them drop to his sides. “This better?” he said. Ricci just looked at him and shrugged again. “Seems to me,” Lathrop said, “you could use a cup of strong coffee.” Ricci remained silent. The breeze had picked
hadn’t seen each other after. It didn’t make sense and could only mean problems for him. Ricci stared at the door, not reaching for its knob. She’d have seen his Jetta out front but that didn’t mean anything. Let her decide he was asleep, or out for a walk, or whatever. He didn’t want or need company, especially this morning. He just wanted her to leave. He waited. Another ring. A soft knock on her side of the door. Ricci swore under his breath. His hand grasped the doorknob, turned it, and
decide it would be better for their careers setting me up to pull off the lid.” Scull chortled. “No good for a politician to have a rep for honesty with his cronies, huh,” he said. “Either that or have somebody get even with him by looking into his rotten business affairs,” Nimec said, and shrugged. “Hard enough finding a straight shooter in our own government, Vince. How much do we really know about what goes on behind closed doors in Trinidad?” Scull looked at him a moment, then grunted
