Nick shot Pinter, letting Kel slump back in his seat. “Nice shooting, Kel. I think you got him, buddy. Keep watch for curious people going by, Payaso. I have to let Kel shoot Murry after I find the slug I put in Murry’s head. It’s a good thing I didn’t use hollow points.”
John found the slug in the bulkhead behind where Murry had been sitting when Nick executed him. “I have it, Muerto. What is this with not even one Kabuki dance of the dead?”
“Don’t get him started you suck-up,” Gus ordered.
Nick aimed for Kel another time, shooting the already dead Murry twice in the head. “You got him, Kel. Another moment and that sneaky Murry would have ambushed you from the floor.”
Nick then allowed Kel’s weapon to fall near him. Before leaving the corpse, Nick gestured at John, grabbed Kel’s shoulders and began humming a toneless tune while making Kel jitterbug slightly in his seat for John’s amusement.
Gus glanced around from his watch position. “I saw that, Sicko!”
Nick peeled off his gloves, stepped over to where Gus stood, and examined his scene. “It looks good except for Murry, but the cops will be happy with the huge cocaine snag. They’ll make the scene fit for themselves. We’ll go back to the hotel, call Paul, and let him send the notification to the locals. He’ll flip when he hears this new case of Princess Di of Maine.”
“He’ll never believe how you stumbled over it,” Gus replied. “We’ll have to put you on leash when going anywhere from now on.”
“With the information we extracted Mr. Gilbrech will be very happy to use it as a trading favors card with the other feds like DEA,” John added. “We obtained a nice golden bonus too. I was afraid you would give the coins to Sammy too. I would like to have a few. It makes us appear to be real pirates when we board a ship and plunder the gold.”
“Agreed,” Nick said. “Now what’s the frown for, Payaso?”
“I’m thinking other than the actual violence we always seem to be perpetuating, we’re getting to be more of a comedy act than agents or superheroes.”
“Arrrrrrrr… we may have to make the clown walk the plank, Kabong,” Nick said. “He’s disjointed about his brother, sister-in-law, and niece only able to see him for an hour during our trip to their lovely city.
John nodded, folding his arms in disapproving fashion. “It is just so, Muerto. Payaso now whines constantly after that supposed slight. It has become a distraction to the team.”
“For one thing my brother didn’t have any warning. I’ll fly them out to the coast this coming winter when it’s freezing here. I’m done. I need a drink.” Gus walked away from the horrific scene Nick had created.
“Now you’re talkin’, Payaso,” Nick said, shouldering the equipment bag while John brought along his computer equipment and gold coin bag. “What was the take from the accounts, Kabong?”
“Nearly four million. It has been a very profitable evening, comrade Muerto.”
*
“Incredible! Where does this shit end?” The CIA Director paused before going on as if trying to speak with broken glass in his mouth. “Cameron’s network has to be one of the most extensively corrupt political organizations of all time. If justice was swift, we’d be marching the bitch in front of a firing squad tomorrow morning. Your recorded confessions are horrific! She’s opened the ports to anything the Sinaloas want to do.”
Nick sipped his Bushmills with Gus and John sitting near him. “May I make a suggestion?”
“Anything, Nick. I’m beginning to wonder if I’m cut out for this. The FBI and Homeland should be all over this. They’re supposed to be monitoring everything concerning the ports, and investigating even the smallest chatter concerning collusion between government officials and criminal or terrorist factions. Add to it the security committees Cameron sits on and we may as well seat Isis.”
“First, brief the Attorney General and FBI Director completely. Get them on board by making the whole idea a joint operation so they don’t bitch about jurisdiction. Then the three of you should request a private briefing with the President, show him all the evidence we have from Phil, and our drug runners’ confessions. Sell him on my faceoff with her accompanied by Phil. It would be the best finishing touch of all if I could hand her the phone with the President on the other end telling Princess Di he knows what she’s done. If our efforts prove inadequate I’ll shoot her in the head or something of the sort.”
“I like it! It will take me a few days to make all parties aware of our plans and what we have to bring Cameron down. Will you be done with Boston by then or do you plan on taking a few more family walks?”
“Oh… you so funny. We’ll be ready to leave Boston for home day after tomorrow. I’ll gather Phil for a flight to DC the day after I get back to Pacific Grove. How are negotiations with Algeria coming along about their ambassador?”