Friday November 27th, 8:16
A.M. Washington Heights
33rd Precinct Detective Unit
Frank Cummins scanned
the paperwork and looked up at Kelli. “Larsen wants to drag you down to
Colombia on the off chance this woman is willing to turn Garcia over to the
DEA. Is he nuts?”
“Maybe, but this may be our only chance of locating Garcia,
Frank. Shit, it’s not like I’m going into this blind. Larsen already has a team
on the ground in Medellin, and they know where this woman is staying.”
Frank leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Well
if he’s got all that, why in the hell does he need you?”
Kelli moved to one of the two chairs in the office and sat.
“Larsen thinks I might have a better shot at convincing this woman to give him
up. I tried to tell him that I don’t know how I can do that, but he believes
she’ll listen to me.”
“I don’t like it. Why can’t they get one of their female
agents to do this? It’s bad enough I had to lose you to this Task Force he put
together.”
“If it gets me closer to finding Garcia, then I need to at
least try, Frank. You of all people should understand that.”
He leaned forward, arms on his desk and nodded. “Yeah, I
understand. I don’t like it, but I get it. When are you leaving?”
She leaned back and sighed. “Monday morning. We’re supposed
to arrive in Medellin around two in the afternoon. Larsen has his team meeting
us, along with a contingent of National Police. When I asked him why we needed
an escort, he shrugged and said it was just a precaution.”
“A precaution for what?”
Nice writing! You got me hooked!
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it, Ann. Have you read the first book in the series?
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