B.B.U.S.A. (Buying Back the United States of America) by Lessil Richards, Jacqueline Richards Read Free Book Online Page A

He knew how airlines operated. He should not have presented the DEA ID on the premise of apprehending a drug dealer. It was too late now to change course. He asked the nearest TSA guard to please page “Ervin White” for him and have him report to the TSA security office. Next, he turned back and addressed the helpful computer operator. “Are there any direct flights from here to Denver that will arrive prior to the suspect’s arrival time?”
    The computer operator started clicking keys in haste. “Yes, sir. There is a small business commuter plane taking off in less than twenty minutes, nonstop to Denver.”
    “Good! I need to get one of my men on it!” he demanded.
    The computer operator looked to the head of security, who nodded, giving him the go ahead. “Sure thing, consider it done.”
    Seconds later, Ervin was ushered into the increasingly crowded TSA security operating room. “Did you find him Bob?” Ervin inquired.
    “Sort of. You are going after him. Please go with the TSA officers and they will get your ticket, secure your weapon, give you a copy of the suspect’s itinerary, and get you on a plane to Denver that leaves in less than twenty minutes. Get going. Call me on my cell from Denver. We might not have time to make arrangements to get him until he reaches O’Hare, but at least touch base with me as soon as you land. I’ll settle the financial costs and get in contact with the DEA in Denver. We should have this wrapped up tonight. Any questions?”
    “Nope, I’m on my way.”
    Bob asked the computer operator to go ahead and book Ervin on the same flight from Denver to Chicago as well, just in case he was unable to apprehend Leo in Denver. The head of security wanted to know what he should tell the TSA in Denver regarding the suspect, but Bob told him not to worry about it, as the DEA would handle it on their own. He thanked everyone for their assistance and turned to the head of security. “I’ll be sure to include your team’s cooperation and assistance in the arrest report as being instrumental in the capture of this dangerous fugitive.” He settled the costs with a swipe of a credit card and a quickly scribbled signature. The head of security seemed happy with the thought of being instrumental in Bob’s report and vigorously shook hands with him. He offered him the phone to get in contact with the DEA, but Bob declined, saying he needed to use his own secure line.
    “Secure lines? You guys get all the fun stuff.”
    Bob forced a smile, trying to remain mild-mannered and appreciative. “Well, yes, if that’s what you call them. Personally and off the record, it’s kind of a pain in the ass at times.” He retrieved his government credit card, thanked everyone in the office and left in a hurry to go plan Leo’s capture.
    He jumped into the first available taxi and instructed the cab driver to get him to his hotel as fast as possible. The cabby seemed up to the challenge and spun his tires when leaving the terminal despite the fifteen-mile-per-hour speed limit signs.
    Bob called John and Florin from the taxi and advised them to report back to the hotel and meet him in the makeshift office they had set up in the main conference room.
    Bob paid the cab driver and headed straight for the conference room. He poured himself a cup of cold dark black coffee, placed it in the microwave, and set the time for one minute. While waiting for his coffee to warm he poured out the remaining sludge, rinsed out the container, and began brewing a fresh pot of coffee. He impatiently sipped the hot, thick drink while anxiously waiting for John and Florin to arrive. After nearly twenty minutes and three cups of coffee the conference room door opened and the two men entered.
    John spoke first, “Did you locate him? There was no sign of him at the bus station.”
    “Yes, well, sort of.” Bob explained what took place at the airport. “The only problem is that Ervin has not called yet. So, thus far,