Khadid shrugged. Only if they made the drugs legal. Then the prices would drop to a point where it would be only as profitable as the buying and selling of candy bars.
That ain't likely to happen, is it? Wot about all them coppers and others who get payoffs by letting the stuff slip through their systems, hey? They'd be out a pretty penny or two, you can bet on that.
I must admit we depend on the greed and immorality of the authorities, Khadid said.
The two slipped into silence as they watched the activity continue while the sun rose toward its daily zenith.
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BOSTON
19 MAY
1600 HOURS
PENNY Brubaker's packing was almost done. The two maids with her in the boudoir were placing the last things in her trunks after carefully leaving her traveling wardrobe out for the next day's flight to California. The luggage would be shipped by UPS Air within a week.
Her cousin, Stephanie Gilwright, came into the bedroom, glancing at the work going on. I see you're about ready as well.
Are all your things packed, Stephie? Penny asked.
All ready except for Harrington, Stephie said. She and Penny looked so much alike, strangers thought them sisters. The only real difference in their physical appearances was the fact that Stephie had raven-black hair. He's still balking at the whole undertaking.
Then you'd better keep an eye on him, Penny warned her.
Not to worry. He's downstairs sulking.
We need to fetch him up here, Penny said. I think I should give a rather stern warning to my cousin-in-law.
Stephie laughed. I was hoping you would say so. He's always had a crush on you. Even if he puts up an argument, he'll do exactly as you tell him.
I always felt a little awkward about his feelings toward me, Penny said. I was afraid you might resent it.
Not a bit, Stephie said with a slight giggle. He married me because I look so much like you. And I married him because his family is so rich. Even richer than my own. Harrington doesn't have to work and as long as I don't interfere with his drinking, he pretty much lets me have my way. It's really quite convenient, and I'm given a generous allowance. Between him and my trust fund, I have some seventy-five thousand a year to fritter away.
And as your most loyal shopping companion, Penny said, I bear witness to your extravagant frittering.
The let's get Harrington up here.
Mildred, Penny said to one of the maids. Go downstairs and tell Mr. Gilwright to come up here.
He'll be the half-drunk little sot in the library, Stephie said. The maid stopped her packing chores and left the room.
Don't worry, Stephie. He's just being stubborn.
The maid returned within a couple of minutes with Harrington Gilwright behind her. He joined his wife and her cousin. He was an incredibly slim young man with thinning hair and a weak chin. His face was flushed from a couple of quick cocktails and his thick eyebrows were knitted into a frown. What d'you two want?
What we want, Penny said, is for you to stop being such an asshole.
Well, why shouldn't I be? he said defensively. I'm not at all sure I want to live in California.
You'll absolutely love Coronado, Stephie said. The winters are very mild. You can sit out on the veranda in the sun even in January and drink yourself into glorious stupefaction.
They have patios, not verandas, in California, Penny said. Anyway, I've already leased us a very nice house on San Diego Bay.
Harrington's frown increased. The only reason you're taking the place is to be close to Chadwick. I don't see why you don't just go out there alone, and leave Stephie and me in peace.
I cannot go by myself because my grandmamai will not permit it, Penny said. Although I'm of age, she is an old-fashioned woman.
Tell her to mind her own business, why don't you? Harrington said.
She still has control over my trusts, Penny said.
Harrington had a perfect understanding of that situation since it was trusts that kept him from having to be gainfully employed. But he wasn't through arguing. Well, she let you go to the United Nations, didn't she?
Grandmamai is a staunch limousine liberal from Massachusetts who believes in the UN, Penny said. But all that is beside the point. She would only give in if Stephie came with me. And Stephie can't go unless you go without creating trouble on your side of the family. So you are going, Harrington. Give in and avoid a lot of trouble.
We'll be there too long! Harrington snapped. I don't like being away from the New England social scene any more than I have to.
I won't need you and Stephie to be there for very much time, Penny said.
Yes, you will! Your whole idea of going there is to trap Chadwick into marriage, Harrington pointed out. That could be, like, never ever. I really don't think he wants to marry you since he's become a seal or a walrus or whatever those brutes call themselves.
Ha! Penny laughed. Men don't know what to think when it comes to getting married.
That's right, Stephie agreed. That's one subject we women have dominated since time began.
And another thing, Harrington said, you have no idea when he's coming back from the Middle East. He might be over there for another year or two.
Then I'm sure you'll have learned to really love California by then, Penny said.
Well, we must go, Stephie said, grabbing Harrington's arm. There's still a lot we have to attend to before tomorrow's flight.
Let's stop for a drink on the way home, Harrington begged as he was dragged from the room.
Penny turned her attention back to the maids and her trunks.
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NORTHERN OA
20 MAY
0700 HOURS
THE SEALs were in position to hit the smuggling column when it returned from its delivery. The Bravo DPVs were a half-dozen kilometers to the west, well concealed in a stand of boulders. Their assignment, under the command of Lieutenant Junior Grade Jim Cruiser, was to report when the bad guys passed their position, then discreetly follow them, remaining out of sight. Senior Chief Buford Dawkins had his Charlies to the east, lying in wait.
The action would begin when the smugglers reached a point directly in front of the Alphas. That was when the Skipper and Petty Officer Connie Concord would take their vehicles into a direct attack on the enemy. The action would be the signal for the Bravos and Charlies to launch their own assaults. Because of the rugged high country to the south, the smugglers would have no choice but to go directly toward one of the SEAL sections if they decided to fight back. That would leave the other two the leeway to play the game in the best way possible, depending on how the battle developed.
But at that particular moment, there was nothing to do. The Skipper sat on the hood of Alpha One sipping a cup of MRE instant coffee. He glanced around at his men in the vicinity. Mike Assad and Dave Leibowitz were playing a brand of pinochle they called Cutthroat ; Malachenko was using a notebook and pen to explain the pronunciation of the Cyrillic alphabet to Connie Concord; and Guy Devereaux lay on his poncho, reading a paperback adventure novel.
Hurry up and wait.
Chapter 21
THE OPIUM TRAIL
21 MAY
0745 HOURS
THE Iranian Army trucks that hauled the opium powder during the trip to Turkey were now empty of the narcotic cargo. The mujahideen who had endured the first leg of the voyage on top of the bundles could now stretch out comfortably in the backs, enjoying intermittent naps interrupted from time to time as the convoy bounced and rolled across the desert on its way back to the rendezvous site.
Two of the vehicles were filled with food and comfort items that were destined for delivery to the people at the stronghold. These would be packed into containers and placed on the backs of the donkeys that the smugglers thought were waiting patiently back at the rendezvous site.