“Technically he’s a contracted employee.”
“It doesn’t matter. We needed that information.”
“I don’t think they have the info to give. I think they’re in the dark as well.”
Merrick could hear Fisk chewing his pizza.
“Tell me something, Sam. Now that you’ve met the guy, if Rodriguez wins, what are our chances of negotiating with him?”
Fisk choked on a piece of pizza. He drank some water and rasped out, “He’s an egomaniac with his hands in everyone’s pockets. You’d need to threaten him with something fierce or he’ll just continue to fortify the cartels’ power.”
Merrick looked down at his phone. Nothing. “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“Amen, brother. Amen.”
“They are dead,” Sonny Chizek told Garza over the phone.
Garza let out a long breath and briefly smiled. “Good. We will be there within the hour.” He clicked off the Dodger game and gestured to Victor on the recliner across from him. “Go get our guest.”
Victor left and Garza’s stomach tightened as he glanced over at the bomb and once again considered its potency. He went over to the bar and slid a panel from the base of the structure which exposed a hidden keypad. He entered a series of numbers and a giant section of the basement wall began to recess into a false back. From behind the slab, a hydraulic arm hummed as it slid open the huge chunk of concrete, exposing a seven feet high by ten feet wide tunnel. The basement wall was creatively made with the concrete seams every ten feet to emulate a standard construction break.
The tunnel had taken forty men over a year to install. It had halogen lighting, ventilation, wood floors and an electric rail system used to roll the shipments the three hundred yards to its American destination.
Just inside the tunnel was the Zutons’ pallet of cocaine. Five of Garza’s men were already loading the packets of cocaine onto the flatbed cart for transport.
The basement door opened and a pair of footsteps creaked down the stairs. Garza poured another shot and downed the mescal while pointing Victor toward the tunnel entrance. Victor led Sadeem by the arm, as the blindfolded man felt the air ahead of him with his fingertips. Garza followed them into the tunnel pulling the dirty bomb inside, then pressed a button on the wall and watched the hydraulic arm move the slab back into place.
Once the wall was shut, Garza motioned Victor to remove the blindfold. The man stood with his shoulders tall, a look of irritation on his face.
“Is that how you treat your business associates?” Sadeem said. “Drive around the country in circles, then drop them into a tunnel?”
“Is that what you are?” Garza asked. “A business associate?”
Sadeem glanced around the tunnel, finding the bomb, then seeing the electric rails and the cart being loaded. He nodded to himself.
“This is impressive,” Sadeem said.
“I am so happy you approve,” Garza said, pushing Sadeem down onto a wooden bench against the wall.
Sadeem jumped back up and pumped out his chest. “Don’t,” he said. “I am not one of your lackeys you can push around.”
Garza felt the blood rushing to his head and wanted to slap this guy for making him so tense. He removed his knife from his belt holder, held it up, and slowly pressed the tip down Sadeem’s chest.
Garza looked the man in the eyes. “I want the address of your drop.”
Sadeem’s face held resolve which surprised Garza. The man was by himself in a tunnel with a knife against his chest, yet his expression didn’t waiver.
“There is no address, you fool,” Sadeem said. “This is a one way mission. I take the bomb and detonate it myself. You have the car waiting for me, correct?”
This was Garza’s main concern. A suicide bomber has no fear of dying and a man with no fear of dying is dangerous to anyone around him.
“Have you ever worked for the CIA?” Garza asked, just to see the man’s reaction.
Nothing.
“You imagine I am an American spy?”
“Only when I think about it,” Garza said.
“Do not get any funny ideas, Mr. Garza. Just because we paid you the money up front, does not mean you can go unsuccessful. My people are not with the American government, so we do not have any concerns of crossing the border to get to you. If I do not leave with the package tonight, there will be a team sent out by morning.”
The man was either telling the truth or the bravest spy Garza had ever seen. He lowered his knife and replaced it on his belt, then tapped his pants pocket. “I will keep your cell phone until we are on the other side,” Garza said.
“Very well,” Sadeem said, but with his first sense of hesitation. His eyes seemed to be judging something. Maybe the number of men around him. Maybe the amount of weapons.
Garza looked down at the bomb sitting there, waiting to cause havoc. He thought about Julio upstairs and how close he was to the device. Had he not been given the money first he probably wouldn’t have gone as far as he did. Between the nuclear device, the five million dollars and the FBI hunting him, he was feeling a pressure he’d never experienced before. The hum of the ventilation system added to his edginess.
On the floor next to Garza sat a stack of thick blankets. He picked one up and placed it into a second transport cart, then pointed to the bomb. “You can put it in the cart,” he said to Sadeem and watched the man lift the device with both arms and place it into the cart like he was carrying an infant. The man was surprisingly strong for his wiry body.
Once both carts were loaded, Garza pressed a button and the first cart began rolling on the rails. With a practiced routine, his men walked beside the cart with their assault rifles on their shoulders. Garza then rolled the second cart a few feet until it was on the live portion of the railing and it began to slowly roll down the tracks at the same walking pace. Garza gave Sadeem a slight push to get him going. The man turned with an angry glare, but didn’t resist the order to move with the cart.
Garza and Victor walked next to the rails behind Sadeem who seemed to be taking in the landscape with extreme interest. They didn’t have many guests inside the tunnel so it was the first time a visitor had seen the construction. As Sadeem seemed to examine the ventilation system, he glanced back at the two men and it caused Garza to remove his gun. Victor must have sensed the anxiety because he had his pistol at the ready as well.
“Where do you plan on taking the bomb?” Garza asked.
“You will have to read about it in the paper,” Sadeem said, casually.
A thought suddenly crossed Garza’s mind. “Just how do you plan on detonating the device?”
“With my cell phone,” Sadeem answered.
Garza felt his pocket to make sure he still had the suicide bomber’s phone. As they walked further down the tunnel, Garza noticed Sadeem’s pace slowing, leaving a gap between them and the lead group.
Victor was glancing at his cell phone as usual.
Garza shoved Sadeem with the tip of his gun and once more the man turned.
“Do not touch me again,” Sadeem demanded. “This is not a video game, Mr. Garza. Real people are going to die tonight and people like you who delegate your manhood for profit, will be left staring at an empty image in the mirror each day.”
Garza felt the man was beginning his descent into the next world already. He wasn’t even making sense now.
They continued deeper into the tunnel. Occasionally an overhead light flickered. Sadeem’s pace continued to slow, so Garza added another push of his gun to get him moving.
The man swung around and stepped toward Garza with determination on his face. Garza readied himself as the man approached.
A gunshot rang out in the tunnel and reverberated throughout the long underground tube. Garza’s men whirled and crouched into an attack position, their rifles ready to fire.
Sadeem fell to the floor. Another gunshot. Sadeem writhed in pain, clutching at his chest while a couple of dark stains grew on his white shirt. Victor stood with his arm outstretched and his gun still aimed at Sadeem.