Inside the Circle: The Drug Cartel - One Way In...No Way Out! - Softcover

J. Daris Moore, Daris Moore

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1440155135 ISBN 13: 9781440155130

Verlag: iUniverse, 2009

Inhaltsangabe

I was holding a 9mm to the back of his head. If I pulled the trigger, my life was over as I knew it. If I didn't pull the trigger, the squad standing directly behind me would end my life... Before the DEA, there was UNDO-the United Narcotic Deployment Operation. This agency's primary assignment was to monitor and infiltrate the Colombian drug cartel. And when Internal Affairs suggests Matt Stryker as a possible candidate for the newly formed agency, he doesn't hesitate in accepting the position. Little does he know just what he's getting himself into. Stryker goes deep undercover in Miami, penetrating a powerful and dangerous organization headed by one of Colombia's most ruthless drug lords, Gonzalo. He is soon part of the inner circle and becomes one of Gonzalo's most trusted men, a move that infuriates Gonzalo's arrogant lieutenant, Alverez. But Stryker really plays with fire when he indulges in a secret affair with Alverez's beautiful girlfriend, Lorita. It's about to get a whole lot more complicated. With the information Stryker gives to UNDO, Operation Blast Furnace against the cartel is about to commence. The stakes can't get much higher and Stryker knows he won't have a second chance. But now that he's inside the circle, can he ever get out? There's only one way to find out...

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J. Daris Moore based Inside the Circle on his experience as a law enforcement officer during the beginning stages of the powerful Colombian drug cartels.

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Inside the Circle

The Drug Cartel - One Way In ... No Way Out!By J. Daris Moore

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2009 J. Daris Moore
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ISBN: 978-1-4401-5513-0

Chapter One

As I stood inside the rundown waterfront warehouse at the Port of Miami, I wondered how my life was ever going to return to normal. Jack Hamilton, my only contact to the outside world, was in front of me, kneeling down Colombian execution style. I was holding a 9mm to the back of his head. If I pulled the trigger, my life was over as I knew it. I would be a wanted fugitive just like the scumbags I was trying to put away. If I didn't pull the trigger, the squad standing directly behind me with weapons drawn would end my life.

Hamilton looked up at me as if already dead, "Save yourself," he whispered. "They don't know anything." Alverez, the squad's lieutenant, a handsome Latin with jet black hair and eyes of steel was beginning to get a little agitated. "Stryker," he shouted, "put a goddamn bullet in his goddamn head or I'll put one in yours. Understand?" he said, as he racked a round into his gun. "I hear you asswipe," I snarled back to him. "Forgive me Jack," I whispered, and I pulled the trigger. To my surprise the next thing I heard was not the usual sound of an exploding bullet racing down the barrel of my gun but a dull thunk of the hammer falling on an empty chamber. Alverez let out an obnoxious laugh as Hamilton fell responding to the sound that should have signaled his death. "Well Stryker," Alverez said, "I guess you passed the test. You're now inside the circle."

"What do you mean I passed the test, you demented son of a bitch?"

"Hey, hey, don't get pissed off at me," Alverez snapped back. "I was just following orders from Gonzalo."

"Who the hell is Gonzalo?" I demanded.

"Don't worry," said Alverez, "formal introductions tomorrow."

"What about Hamilton?"

"He's nothing," Alverez said, spitting on the wooden floor decking near Hamilton. "Just another Fed who tried to double dip on cartel money and got caught." Hearing that, my heart started pounding like a racehorse at the derby. I wondered if Hamilton had informed the cartel that I was his operative. "Just another Fed who thought he could skim a couple million off the cartel and disappear from the face of the earth. Isn't that right agent Hamilton?" Hamilton held his head low and said nothing. Alverez repeated, "Isn't that right Mr. Federal UNDO agent Hamilton!" Hamilton slowly turned to look at Alverez and then to me. But then he smiled his wiry grin and turned back to Alverez: "Yeah, I was going to rip you off for a couple million more, you dip shit wet back. And I would have if I hadn't screwed up."

"You screwed up all right," Alverez said as he put the gun barrel between Hamilton's eyes. "You really screwed up." At that instant Alzerez pulled the trigger and sent half of Hamilton's head along with his brains into the air, smattering the wall in front of me.

"What the hell did you do that for?" I screamed at Alverez. "You ignorant piss ant. Don't you know that the Feds will now send in an army? You just blew away a federal agent! I can't believe how stupid you people are."

The stunned look on Alverez's face as I yelled confirmed my hope: Hamilton had not revealed my identity. He could have turned me over to them to save his ass, but he didn't. Maybe, he wanted me to succeed to make his skimmings larger. I guess I'll never really know why Hamilton didn't flip on me. I might have been next on the list for a bullet, but I could see that I'd been spared and that I might still be able to complete my assignment. I was sent to infiltrate the cartel. With my job finished as far as Alverez was concerned, I was excused. Did Hamilton select me for my street smarts or did he have some other hidden agenda? That is one unanswered question that Hamilton will take to his grave. My primary test completed, I headed for my hotel in order to get a drink and figure out my next move.

By the time I got back to my hotel on Miami's South Beach, it was nearly two o'clock in the morning. The gay population inhabiting the area was in high gear by this time. I never could understand how a man could get from another man the kind of pleasure that I got from a woman. I needed a single malt scotch to quell my nerves. Looking up and down the street in front of my hotel for a bar, I was not too excited about being seen as fresh meat. But my desire for a straight shot of single malt scotch won out, and I started checking out the nearby establishments. After walking about a block I spotted a little hole-in-the-wall bar with a small neon gold torch over the entrance. Taking a deep breath and looking one more time up and down the street, I stepped inside.

The place was dimly lit, with the only noticeable light coming from the back. As I made my way through the darkness, I tripped headlong into a table occupied by several men. "Great," I thought, falling face down into one of their laps.

I apologized for my clumsiness as they lifted me to my feet and asked me to join them. With as much decency as I could muster, I told them that I'd only come for a quick drink. At that instant, one of the men seated at the table got up and said, "What's the matter; do you have something against me?" Considering his size-at least 6'4" and 225 pounds-I again tried to explain, but immediately the Swartzeneggar look-alike moved closer and demanded, "Do you have something against having a drink with a gay man or not?" Things looked bleak, and I began to reconsider the invitation when slowly the guy started to back away.

It didn't take long to figure out why. He had a 9mm pointed at his cranium. Then, the all too familiar voice that I recognized as Alverez's teased, "Hey Stryker, I had a feeling I should keep an eye on you tonight."

"Thanks for your concern Alverez," I said, "but I think I can handle this on my own."

"Sure you can Stryker," the Colombian lieutenant replied with a laugh while three of his henchmen surrounded the giant and walked him to the back of the bar. It wasn't long until the pounding of flesh was the dominant sound in the place. No one there moved. It was clear who was master.

Alverez took me by the arm, forcefully guiding me out of the bar. His long black hair, fine clothes, and handsome face made us even more conspicuous in this establishment-or any other for that matter-but no one dared to look our way. Once outside he informed me that my visit to South Beach was over. I needed to get my things from the hotel. "I'm taking you to a place that I think will be more to your liking. That is of course, unless you really are gay!" By this time, I was eager for a change. "Okay," I said, "lead the way." With another wave of the hand, a stretch limo came screeching up to the curb in front of us and whisked us away.

Chapter Two

Leaving South Beach after a brief stop at my hotel, I found myself rather numb. Alverez was a dangerous man, but for some strange reason I felt safe and calm. There was complete silence in the limo until we crossed over Biscayne Bay. Then Alverez broke in. "What a night! Can you believe that Hamilton? He really thought that he could rip us off and not get caught. The fool was paid well for his information. Real good! But he just couldn't handle all that money being around him." Was Alverez bothered by the fact that he had to whack Hamilton? Is that what this talk was about, or was he fishing for something? I remained quiet.

Turning to me with a somber and sincere look, he continued, "You know what...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: iUniverse
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2009
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1440155135
• ISBN 13: 9781440155130
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 236
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