Fatal by Arno Joubert Read Free Book Online

millimeter Beretta and tossed it back onto the bed. It lay stacked with munitions. “A rocket launcher?” he asked with a smirk, glancing at Alexa.  
    She shrugged. “When life gives you weapons.”  
    Neil shook his head. “Make war?”
    “I have another crate of ammunition on the way. Where are we going to stash all of this stuff?” Alexa asked.
    “I’ll take a couple of rifles and handguns. Ask Laiveaux to safeguard the rest at the embassy,” Bruce said.
    He turned to face Neil. “You'll need to source your own gear. Get through the airports first.” He slammed the magazine into a Glock. “Callahan is holed up in his mansion in Ireland; I'll send you the exact coordinates. Anything goes, as long as you get the job done.” He placed his hand on Neil’s shoulder. “He's a slippery customer; make sure he's taken out permanently.”
    Neil nodded. “No problem.”
    Bruce turned to Alexa. “Alexa, you'll be responsible for the border operation. Find out who is involved. What else they're smuggling. Who they're paying off. And then get rid of them all. I'll take care of Perreira and his crowd,” Bruce said.
    Neil hauled his duffle bag onto his shoulder. He stuck out his hand to Alexa. “Good hunting.”
    She shook his hand, then she pulled him closer and gave him a peck on his cheek. “Be safe.”
    Neil said good-bye to Bruce then embraced him, slapping his back. “Thank you, Bruce.” He held him at arms-length. “For everything.” He turned around and headed towards the door.
    Bruce called Neil. “One last word of advice.”
    “Yes?" Neil said, turning around.
    “Do not get anyone else involved. Callahan is well-connected.”  
    “I thought you said I should get this done any way I see fit. I know some individuals who could help.”
    “Just be careful,” Bruce said. “And remember what I said about Israel.”
    Neil nodded, waved a good-bye, and left the room.  
    Alexa looked up, a frown furrowing her brow. “Israel?”  
    “You’ll find out soon enough,” Bruce said, packing his weapons into a duffle bag.
    Alexa put her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest. “Do you trust him, Dad?”
    Bruce answered without hesitation. “With my life.”
     

Perreira heard a knock on the door, paused the porn movie he was watching, and sat up in the sofa. “Come in,” he shouted. He was expecting the visit.  
    The accountant shuffled into the living room, and Perreira motioned for him to take a seat.  
    The accountant laboriously heaved his frame onto the leather sofa then took a wheezy breath as he settled down. “The shipment has arrived, boss.” He slipped a toothpick from behind his ear and popped it into his mouth. ”I've saved the best for you."
    Pereirra nodded and stretched out his legs before him. “Thanks.” He weaved his fingers behind his head and cast a sidelong glance at his accountant. “When will it arrive in the States? The client is becoming anxious.”
    “In two days’ time. It’s being loaded as we speak.”
    Perreira nodded again, satisfied. “Keep a close eye on it. We need the cash.”
    “Will do, boss,” the accountant answered and pushed himself up in the sofa. “Bring her in.”
    A powerfully-built man covered in tattoos dragged a terrified-looking girl in by her arm. Her eyes darted nervously between Perreira and the accountant.
    Perreira nodded as he cast the girl an appreciative glance. “She's still young.”
    “Fifteen, according to her papers.” He chuckled and pulled his fingers through his slick hair. “They always fall for the offer-of-work-in-another-country bullshit,” the accountant said with a gurgly laugh.
    Perreira nodded, attached the prosthetic leg onto his stump, and waddled over, grabbing the girl by her neck. She cringed and let out a frightened sob.
    He glanced over his shoulder. “I need some more resources in the Kruger.” He focused on the girl, savoring the fearful look in her eyes. “Get me José and