Nowhere Safe

CHAPTER 31



“What. Went. Wrong?” The General barked.

Standing in an apartment near South Beach that had more taste than character, The Chessmaster could tick off a list of things that had caused the High Vision contraband exchange to fall apart.

But The General would only want to hear the bottom line.

“Salazar tried to draw me into a trap. Someone with the task force had to be working with him.”

“High Vision is extremely unhappy, which means I am, too.”

And you think I’m dancing around? “I’m making changes that will take care of the problem. The next shipment will slide through untouched.”

“What changes?” The General didn’t yell, but he ground out his words.

“I took care of Salazar. I’ll find the person who helped him and deal with that, too.”

“What about Jackson? Think he was the one helping Salazar?”

“No, he wasn’t back in time from a flight to have been the one.”

“How long before Jackson’s gone?”

Was The General finally realizing that the Chessmaster was waiting until the last possible moment to take down Jackson and his sister? “As soon as you bring in the unit to test.”

“I can’t have any screw ups on this sixth shipment.”

I didn’t screw up you rat bastard. “There won’t be.”

The Chessmaster disconnected the call and placed another one to someone in security at Miami Airport. “Has Trish Jackson passed through yet?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all I need.”