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fingers on the desk, Orlin said. “That is true, very true, and once he makes an assault, they’ll be all over him. This is not Mexico. But since he will obviously have eyes and ears in my staff somewhere — at least one of my guards — I’ll need to move Juan with some clandestine efforts. The staff, si, to La Jolla, with most of the guard. We’ll keep a skeleton crew here with orders to run like hell at the first sign of trouble. Juan, however, will need some thought.”
     
    “I could take him to my place. No one here knows where that is. Just put him in the truck and tell him he’s visiting with me for a week. Shouldn’t be much longer than that. Time is not on Rivera’s side.”
     
    Orlin stopped drumming his fingers and studied Hank closely. “Still, that is a risk, especially for you.”
     
    “Living is a risk,” Hank told him.
     
    “Well, that’s true as well. The offer is very tempting, because like you say, your personal life is not scrutinized like mine is. I could do the same with Maria as well. This is a good option, thank you, Hank. My mind was building up much more complicated scenarios of getting Juan into a safe harbor. Simpler is better.”
     
    “And you?” Hank asked.
     
    “Me?” Orlin smiled and reaches for a large black velvet sack. He shook the sack and the objects inside bounced around. Then he reached in and pulled out what looks like a bingo ball with the number 8 on it. “I will be getting ready for a drop at Airstrip 8, and as soon as that happens, which is this Thursday, I’ll be going into hiding as well. I definitely want you at this drop. This is a very important one, and must be handled with extreme professionalism.”
     
    “Same time frames?” Hank asked.
     
    “What? No spiel about me not going there, that it is too much of a risk for me to take?”
     
    Hank said with very little enthusiasm, “No, no, don’t go, stop.”
     
    “That’s better.” Orlin smiled. “Yes, we’ll begin arriving at the airstrip at eleven, and then expect the plane at close to midnight. Same cautions and precautions as always. Don’t mess with something that works.”
     
    “Agreed,” Hank said as he watched Orlin place the bingo ball back into the sack and place the sack back on the shelf. “Don’t fix what isn’t broke. Will that be all? At least for now?”
     
    “Si, yes, I’ve got a few more loose ends to tie up. But, one thing. How could you tell, from the doorway no less, that Fowles was a DEA man?”
     
    “Handcuffs in his belt. So he was a cop of some sort. DEA made sense, that’s all. The ten years was based on his apparent age.”
     
    “Handcuffs? How funny. I didn’t notice them.”
     
    “When he was leaning forward in the chair, his shirt rose so that I could see them as I came in. He’s probably so used to them being back there, he forgot he was wearing them.”
     
    “Always the little things, and so obvious they are passed over as unimportant,” Orlin mused. “So, si, off with you. I’ll see you Thursday morning?”
     
    “Yes, say, nine?”
     
    “Perfect.”
     
     

 
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    With one box on Daphne ’s lap and the other between Cyn’s thighs, they rode together to the club. Coming in, they saw the club was filling up. It was Tuesday evening and the officer’s meeting was going to begin soon.
     
    “Cyn? I’m really fucking scared right now,” Daphne whimpered as they climbed the stairs.
     
    “So am I, baby. But I rode in with you, and I’m riding out with you. That much you can depend on,” Cyn promised, and the fierceness in her voice was a comfort to Daphne’s ears.
     
    They reached the door with the sign reading “Management.” Since they were expected, they knocked and opened the door without waiting for a response.
     
    Inside the room were Knight, Ben, Larry, James, Halo, and Gary. The men were standing around the room, leaving the two visitor chairs available. Cyn took the hint, and, after setting the boxes