“Don’t be afraid. Saran won’t be alive much longer. Why do you think he helped me out with a phone call to you as backup? My friends convinced Saran to help me in a very painful way I hope to help you avoid.”
“You… have Al-Kadi?” Eliah lowered his head, shaking it negatively from side to side slowly. “We are lost. How has this been done? He had a near army of the faithful built to strike. It…it does not seem possible.”
“Yeah, we’ve been busy repairing breeches. Some of us darker elements of America decided to act on behalf of our citizens instead of the Islamic ass kissers in DC. Our efforts are beginning to make some major inroads, such as annihilating that army Al-Kadi was building.”
“No!” Kader jerked upright, staring with horror into Nick’s smiling face. “They…they are dead… all of them?”
“All but Saran, whom my friends are questioning. I heard he was shocked all of his troops went virgin hunting too. I found him hiding out in his bedroom hoping the ambush he planned for us worked.”
“You people are monsters! You cannot just execute us like dogs!”
“We don’t execute dogs. I like dogs. I would never hurt a dog. I have a dog named Deke. He’s worth a hundred of you ass-wipes,” Nick lectured. “You wouldn’t like him though. He drinks beer, never hurts children or women, and he hates the followers of the death cult. That last discriminatory feeling is my fault. I told him Muslims think dogs are unclean. Deke was very incensed over my revelation. Excuse me for a moment. I have to call the Monster Squad and make sure they know about Al-Kadi’s funds. Johnny… entertain Eliah with the compound video or as I like to call it: the Isis Snuff Film.”
Johnny chuckled. “Yes, Muerto.”
Lynn answered on the third buzz. “Muerto? How you doin’. We were wondering if you’d be checking in.”
“Everything went well, Lynn. That phone call was priceless. We have Kader with us now. He’s been very helpful. It seems Al-Kadi was the main money launderer and financier of the funds funneled into the states from a joint venture between Saudi Arabia and Qatar called Al Alef Global. I wanted to make sure you had that information.”
“Did you just insult me, Muerto?”
Nick laughed appreciatively. “Sorry… just checking.”
“I’m glad you called. We have a problem Claude clued us in on. It’s an important personal matter with him. It seems a cousin of his was kidnapped in Paris during the Arab Spring riots. Al-Kadi had a hand in the Arab Spring debacle and he knows where the cousin is. I don’t know where you are, but she was sold to a man named Haris El-Amin. He lives in Schenectady on Union Street near Union College in a very nice looking multi-story home. I’ll text Johnny the address in case you’re interested.”
“I’m interested. We’ll be nearing Schenectady in a couple of hours. Is Al-Kadi capable of another phone call on our behalf?”
“Great minds think alike,” Lynn replied. “He is indeed. Claude and I think this El-Amin would allow a phone call between Felicia and Claude if Al-Kadi asks him. It would mean telling El-Amin the truth about the connection between Claude and Felicia, but also make it a trade for Claude’s services by Al-Kadi. We’ll have him call right away to introduce you to the meeting.”
“Nice plot, Lynn. That might work very well. Let me talk to Claude.”
“Absolutely.”
“Nick?”
“Lynn explained a little about your cousin. I’ll be glad to look in on her but maybe you better spell it out for me as to the parameters of the visit. I like the phone call ploy.”
“Of course, my friend. Her name is Felicia Martel. She would be in her late thirties now, nearly a decade in El-Amin’s control. Al-Kadi hosted them in New York two months ago. Felicia wore a black burka, so he could not tell what condition she was in. She kept her head down and trailed El-Amin like a dog. I just need to know if she can be rescued or if she has been turned into a forever slave. Lynn thought I should ask for your help instead of going myself. She believes you could perhaps find out if Felicia is okay without making things worse for her if we force Al-Kadi to make a personal plea to El-Amin before you arrive there.”
“I will find out. What would you like done if she appears willing to leave her life?”
“I would leave it to her. If you are willing, I would be grateful if you could carry out any fate she would like for El-Amin.”
“That’s plain enough. If I have a question when I’ve investigated Felicia’s situation, or she does, I would like it to be on Facetime so you may see her. Keep your iPhone with you. If our ploy works, I will have her Facetime with you.”
“I will await your call. Thank you, Nick. This means a lot to me.”
“I hope the visit will be a good one for your cousin. I will talk to you soon.” Nick disconnected. “It appears we have further business in New York. Can anyone think of anything else they’d like to ask our buddy, Eliah?”