PRIMAL Reckoning (Book 1 in the Redemption Trilogy, the PRIMAL Series Book 5) by Jack Silkstone Page B
Authors: Jack Silkstone
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strode past his
secretary and pushed open the ornate wooden doors to his office.
“First
flights are scheduled for next week.” King stopped at the doors.
“And we
have complete deniability?” he asked as he poured himself a tumbler of scotch
from a well-stocked cabinet.
“Of
course.”
“Good.” He
took a sip. “Charles, I don’t want to hear any more about this journalist. Deal
with it.”
The
former Special Forces officer nodded and spun on his heel.
***
CHIHUAHUA
Emilio glanced around the kitchen at Roberto and his two
men, a confused expression on his face. “Is this it? I thought you had more
men? This is our autodefensa ?” His son Carlos was by his side. “And
your guns.” He gestured the rifles leaning against the wall. “They’re old
enough to have been used by Pancho Villa.”
They had
taken refuge in a house nestled in the urban sprawl of Chihuahua, close to the
city’s international airport. The single-story cinder block residence belonged
to a distant cousin who had smuggled his family across the border into the US.
Unoccupied and inconspicuous, the walled compound offered protection from
prying eyes. A sliding back gate gave them access to a maze of narrow laneways
that separated dozens of similar dwellings.
Roberto
sat at the kitchen table and gestured to his two offsiders. “Miguel and Gerardo
are brothers. They have been with me from the beginning. There are others, many
who will be at the demonstration. Not everyone can fight, but they want to
help.”
Emilio sat
at the table and ran his hands through his white hair “Did you hear? The
Chaquetas used bazookas to blow up my house! They had bazookas, and you’re
talking about a demonstration. What use is a demonstration? We need to hit back
at the coyotes, otherwise they’ll think we are lambs.”
“In time,
we will, but to do so now would mean certain death. We start small and we
build. Tomorrow we’ll find additional supporters and perhaps money.”
“When we
have more guns, then we’ll make the cocksuckers pay.”
“That’s
the plan, my friend.”
“So, who’s
organized the demonstration?”
“Do you
remember the man from Mexico City who was testing the water on our ranches?”
Emilio
nodded.
“The
Chaquetaskilled him when they burned
down the chapel. The police told his family it was a tragic accident, but his amigos in Chihuahua were not fooled.”
“Will
they join our fight?” Emilio asked.
Roberto
shook his head. “But they’ve spread the word. Anyone able to help will be at
the rally.”
“And so
will the policia .”
Roberto
shrugged. “They won’t be looking for us.”
He thumped
the table with his fist. “We should go to the Sinaloa. They’ll give us guns if
we promise to kill Chaquetas.”
Roberto
scowled. “You want us in debt to a cartel?”
“It would
be better than letting those criminals level our farms and poison our water.”
Roberto
considered the old man’s words. “If we cannot do this ourselves, then we’ll discuss
it. Let’s see what the demonstration brings tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 6
NEW YORK CITY
Bishop was dining with Christina at a
restaurant in New York’s Meatpacking district. He took a sip of wine and admired
her new outfit.
She was dressed in thigh-high boots,
black leggings, a grey singlet top, and a leather jacket. All newly purchased
thanks to Bishop. Her hair was down and she wore a bright shade of lipstick
that drew attention to her rosebud mouth.
“You
think it’s safe to be out?” she asked.
“New
York’s a big city, Christina, I think we’re OK.” He’d left his cap at the hotel
and swapped his T-shirt for a white button-down shirt.
Together
they appeared to be a good-looking professional couple out on a Friday night
dinner date.
A spicy
calamari dish was placed on their table and Christina eyed it hungrily. “This
place is amazing. How did you know about it?”
The
restaurant was outfitted to resemble
secretary and pushed open the ornate wooden doors to his office.
“First
flights are scheduled for next week.” King stopped at the doors.
“And we
have complete deniability?” he asked as he poured himself a tumbler of scotch
from a well-stocked cabinet.
“Of
course.”
“Good.” He
took a sip. “Charles, I don’t want to hear any more about this journalist. Deal
with it.”
The
former Special Forces officer nodded and spun on his heel.
***
CHIHUAHUA
Emilio glanced around the kitchen at Roberto and his two
men, a confused expression on his face. “Is this it? I thought you had more
men? This is our autodefensa ?” His son Carlos was by his side. “And
your guns.” He gestured the rifles leaning against the wall. “They’re old
enough to have been used by Pancho Villa.”
They had
taken refuge in a house nestled in the urban sprawl of Chihuahua, close to the
city’s international airport. The single-story cinder block residence belonged
to a distant cousin who had smuggled his family across the border into the US.
Unoccupied and inconspicuous, the walled compound offered protection from
prying eyes. A sliding back gate gave them access to a maze of narrow laneways
that separated dozens of similar dwellings.
Roberto
sat at the kitchen table and gestured to his two offsiders. “Miguel and Gerardo
are brothers. They have been with me from the beginning. There are others, many
who will be at the demonstration. Not everyone can fight, but they want to
help.”
Emilio sat
at the table and ran his hands through his white hair “Did you hear? The
Chaquetas used bazookas to blow up my house! They had bazookas, and you’re
talking about a demonstration. What use is a demonstration? We need to hit back
at the coyotes, otherwise they’ll think we are lambs.”
“In time,
we will, but to do so now would mean certain death. We start small and we
build. Tomorrow we’ll find additional supporters and perhaps money.”
“When we
have more guns, then we’ll make the cocksuckers pay.”
“That’s
the plan, my friend.”
“So, who’s
organized the demonstration?”
“Do you
remember the man from Mexico City who was testing the water on our ranches?”
Emilio
nodded.
“The
Chaquetaskilled him when they burned
down the chapel. The police told his family it was a tragic accident, but his amigos in Chihuahua were not fooled.”
“Will
they join our fight?” Emilio asked.
Roberto
shook his head. “But they’ve spread the word. Anyone able to help will be at
the rally.”
“And so
will the policia .”
Roberto
shrugged. “They won’t be looking for us.”
He thumped
the table with his fist. “We should go to the Sinaloa. They’ll give us guns if
we promise to kill Chaquetas.”
Roberto
scowled. “You want us in debt to a cartel?”
“It would
be better than letting those criminals level our farms and poison our water.”
Roberto
considered the old man’s words. “If we cannot do this ourselves, then we’ll discuss
it. Let’s see what the demonstration brings tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 6
NEW YORK CITY
Bishop was dining with Christina at a
restaurant in New York’s Meatpacking district. He took a sip of wine and admired
her new outfit.
She was dressed in thigh-high boots,
black leggings, a grey singlet top, and a leather jacket. All newly purchased
thanks to Bishop. Her hair was down and she wore a bright shade of lipstick
that drew attention to her rosebud mouth.
“You
think it’s safe to be out?” she asked.
“New
York’s a big city, Christina, I think we’re OK.” He’d left his cap at the hotel
and swapped his T-shirt for a white button-down shirt.
Together
they appeared to be a good-looking professional couple out on a Friday night
dinner date.
A spicy
calamari dish was placed on their table and Christina eyed it hungrily. “This
place is amazing. How did you know about it?”
The
restaurant was outfitted to resemble
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