The Somali Deception Episode IV (A Cameron Kincaid Serial) by Daniel Arthur Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

guards
appeared.   These two upped the game,
as they each had Taser sticks in hand.
    Pepe shook his head.   “Really?”   Then from the back of his waist he
produced his Beretta M9, triggering Cameron to draw his Ruger.
    The four Black Tees looked at
each other and then the bold one said, “You cannot shoot all of us.”
    “I cannot believe you just said
that,” said Cameron.
    The four Black Tees shared a
glance, and then, bent forward, began to move toward Cameron and Pepe.
    Annalisa screamed, “Stop!   Stop!”
    Everyone looked at
Annalisa.   They did stop.   Right where they stood.
    Annalisa spread her hands out,
pressing them to the air, and spoke calmly at first, her voice rising as she
went on, “Okay, this is enough.   These two men are obviously trained killers.   Unless you all want to die, I suggest
you prepare the car, and I will smooth things over with Mister Stratos.”
    The first bold Black Tee eyed
Cameron and Pepe thoroughly then asked, “Trained killers Miss Droukos?”
    Cameron flashed his brow.
    “Get the car!” said Annalisa.
    “Yes, right now,” said the
jolted Black Tee.   “I’ll get the
car.”   He scurried toward the Aston
Martin while the other three Black Tees began cleaning up the pieces of their
broken velvet rope.
     
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Chapter 68
    Ibiza
     
     
    The bi-xenon headlamps sprayed
the road to Ibiza Town bright blue, far beyond the flying Aston Martin Rapide.
    Pepe tapped his knuckles against
the back window.   “Can’t you make
this car go any faster?”
    “It’s an illusion,” said
Cameron.   “We’re moving fine.”
    “Huh?”
    “We’re almost to Ibiza Town.”
    Pepe curled his lip.   He pushed his forehead against the glass
and peered up through the darkness into the starry sky.   In a low voice he muttered, “Rich or
not, who buys an Aston Martin with an automatic transmission.”
    Cameron flashed his eyes briefly
from the road to the rearview then dropped them back again.   “A stick wouldn’t move us any
faster.   Besides they only make this
model in automatic.”
    Annalisa reached for the
stereo.   “Mister Stratos is partial
to Aston Martins.   A close friend
once owned the company.”
    Cameron placed his hand on
Annalisa’s.   “Please, enough music
for a little while.”
    Annalisa pulled her hand back to
her lap.   Cameron considered her
situation.   The situation Nikos and
his father had put her in.
    “Hey,” said Cameron.   “I thought you told us the garage in
Gstaad was full of Lamborghinis and Ferraris.   Are you telling me he has close friends
in every one of those companies?”
    Annalisa lowered her head, a bit
embarrassed, and grinned.   “You
wouldn’t believe it but, yes,” she raised her head and looked at Cameron, “he
does.”
    “In every one?” said Cameron.
    “In every one,” said
Annalisa.   Then they both began to
laugh.
    Annalisa sighed.   “I guess it all sounds kind of
ridiculous.”
    “He is who he is,” said
Cameron.   He let the Aston Martin
decelerate.   On the road ahead of
them, an unmoving line of red taillights trailed toward the glow of Ibiza Town
on the near horizon.
    “Is there always this much
traffic on this little island?” asked Cameron.
    Annalisa lifted her head in an
attempt to see up and around the cars in queue ahead of them.   “After sunset people are finding their
way to dinner I guess.”
    Cameron rested his forearm on
the steering wheel.   They would have
to wait for traffic to begin to move.   With the tips of his fingers, he began to tap the top edge of the
dashboard, a nervous habit that went with his mind wandering to where he may
find Nikos, to where he may find Christine.
    Cameron tilted his head to the
side and absently peered ahead to the roundabout.   “There they are,” he said.
    “Where?” asked Annalisa.   “Where do you see them?   How do you know it’s them?”
    “Up there in the
roundabout.   The LED in the
taillight is out.