“You’re dead, Sammy!” Kel screamed out at the unimpressed Sammy, who sat slumped in his chair after putting towels down to absorb the blood that had now stopped flowing from the dead Murry.
Sammy smiled at the red faced Kel and Pinter who stared at him with looks of unadulterated murderous intent. “You fools are too stupid to realize this man is going to kill us all. If you don’t tell him what he wants to know, you’ll just die screaming after telling him everything you know. I’m smart enough to know when to fold and quit bluffin’. It sucks I made it to the ‘Stans and back in one piece only to die like a damn two bit punk.”
“Thanks Sammy,” Nick said. “That’s very perceptive of you. I know an operation like this with a hold full of blow doesn’t chug into Boston Harbor without connections. What politico is playing patty-cake with the Sinaloa’s? You first, Pinter. Keep in mind what Sammy explained to you, but let my friend show you what happens when you choose door #2.”
John moved with his tablet to a position where he could show The Unholy Trio’s evisceration videos. To say Pinter and Kel were impressed would be an incredible understatement. The two men had seen and performed killings and torture. They had never seen anything like what they saw on the videos.
“I think you two look suitably impressed,” Nick observed. He took out his scalpel. “Anyone need a demo of what it’s like to watch your intestines spill out of your cut open belly?”
Energetic negative head shakes conveyed the answer Nick wanted. “Good. Let’s hear about your adventures in Sinaloa cocaine land. Who helps open the ports and places you two must be operating in to do this dirty business?”
“We port in Camden. Sinaloa owns a container ship that delivers product to the East Coast that anchors in Camden. From there we distribute along with some others,” Pinter answered. “It’s well known Senator Cameron from Maine has a source inside Camden and can get any ship given a pass using the national security panel she’s on. The port authority thinks covert operations by the United States government are going on under her panel’s authority. It’s so well established now, port authorities think of us as undercover operatives. We never thought the scam would last long, but with her influence we’ve been porting and shipping without any product problems.”
“How interesting,” Nick said. He traded grim looks with his Unholy Trio partners. “Isn’t that just fabulous our Princess of Maine, Diane Cameron has expanded into private enterprise. Every time I step into a pile of shit, her name pops out.”
“Yeah, it’s amazing,” Gus agreed. “You still have a trip in the works with Phil to see the great Senator. Maybe a video recording of these two reciting all the parts to this puzzle including distribution ships, container ship, and everything they know about Cameron’s role in this could make them invaluable as witnesses.”
“I believe you may be right. Okay, boys, you guys may have bought yourselves a ticket to live for a while. We’ll record your assistance. After the evidence is presented against Senator Cameron, I’m sure they will need corroboration. That will be where your testimony will be invaluable. Let’s get started. My barf reflex kicked in when I heard Di’s name again. First order of business, my friend John will be transferring all your secret accounts into our custody. Please be cooperative or I'll have to show you my surgeon’s skill with the scalpel.”
“You can’t use us if you torture us,” Kel pointed out.
John chuckled. “Listen closely. We are not the regular federal authorities. The wonderful Senator from Maine’s head on a platter is nice, but we don’t care that much. We’ll get everything from you two we want only you will not get a chance to corroborate anything but an unmarked grave. Where do you gentlemen do your business offshore?”
After a short hesitation, Pinter said, “Belize.”
“Outstanding. That’s our favorite banking place too. We shall arrange the changes immediately.” John set his satellite uplinked laptop on the table, readying it for action. “Specific bank, account numbers, identity listings please.”
When John finished transferring the millions in their accounts to Nick’s offshore accounts for The Unholy Trio in Belize, he said, “one more thing. We’ll need to confiscate everything in your on board safe too. Please include the whereabouts of precious metals or anything else of value. My very deadly and sadistic friend is an expert in finding hidden lairs for valuables nearly anywhere. If he finds other hiding places on board in addition to the ones you tell us about, it will not go well for you, so be thorough in your listings.”
“You three are nothing but fuckin’ thieves,” Kel complained.