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Authors: Brian Gore
know who you're lookin' for. You see a blond woman an' a lil' boy, any blond woman, you holler."
They rolled slowly down the main drag through town, four sets of dark eyes watching for anything, any one, that resembled their prey. Their search was just passing the center of town as a little red Saturn on the west side of town, ran up the on ramp to I-90, and rolled west out of sight.
Chapter 9
Zlatco had found the information they needed with little difficulty. A few hours with their ears to the ground had turned up the information they were looking for. A crew of Jamaicans throwing their weight around in Chicago, made a lot more waves than a small group of expatriate Bosnians; especially, if the Bosnians went to great pains to blend in and remain, inconspicuous.
Zlatco and Mirza returned just after dark with what they'd discovered from their reconnaissance. Milan and Jadranko had returned from their task a few hours earlier.
The word on the street was that the only Jamaican outfit, of any consequence, was a crew run by a Jamaican named Tyrone who lived in a High Class condo, but ran his operation out of a warehouse in a run down industrial area just below I-90.
Zlatco had taken the liberty to post Juka in a deserted building across the street from that warehouse, to keep watch, while he returned with his report. Juka was posted with the orders to call Zlatco if anything happened, anything at all, and for God's sake, stay out of sight!
Milan reported that the Families were in the motorhomes, and the three rigs were headed for Ohio under the watchful guard of Jadranko's son, Risto. The work trucks had been secured in three rented storage units as directed. He said the last as he jingled the keys to the sheds in his hand. "The truck keys he said, I left in the glove box of each truck."
"Good." Raif commended them all; "You did good, all of you... now... again, we wait."
With some good natured teasing of Jadranko about his being the father of a pup who barks like a big dog, the five men settled into drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and playing cards around the big table in the center of the room; as they waited for word from Juka.
Their wait was not long.
At 8:45 Zlatco's Phone rang. Juka was calling in with a report of activity around the warehouse. He'd seen a white van pull into the building and the door close behind it. A black Yukon was coming and going. There were a half dozen men in the building, maybe more, a couple coming and going, but he'd seen no sign of Sadik.
Zlatco told him "good... keep watching" and hung up. He filled the group in with what little information they had so far and everyone looked to Raif. No one spoke, but all eyes asked the same question; "What do we do?"
Raif sat quiet, deep in thought... the silence stretched out, but no man there was in a hurry. They'd been through too much. They all knew what they faced. They knew how the game was played. They waited for him to speak.
"We can't just go busting into a place we know little about. We don't know how many are there. How they are armed. I'm sure this is the right bunch... but, we don't know enough about them to just roll in there. We must wait for an opportunity. We must be patient."
He looked down at his hands, still grasping a coffee cup in front of him. "We must operate on the assumption that Sadik... is gone. Too much time has passed. They got from him whatever it was they wanted... whatever it had to do with... this girl... and he is gone."
"What we do now, is not a rescue. It is..." Raif looked up from his hands, and met the eyes of every man sitting at the table... "retribution. We pay these dogs back, for their sin against Sadik, and against us... and... We collect a steep interest on the debt."
All heads nodded in agreement... while Milan dealt another hand.
Just after 9:30 Juka called with his second report. Zlatco put his phone on speaker and laid it in the center of the table for all to hear as Juka
They rolled slowly down the main drag through town, four sets of dark eyes watching for anything, any one, that resembled their prey. Their search was just passing the center of town as a little red Saturn on the west side of town, ran up the on ramp to I-90, and rolled west out of sight.
Chapter 9
Zlatco had found the information they needed with little difficulty. A few hours with their ears to the ground had turned up the information they were looking for. A crew of Jamaicans throwing their weight around in Chicago, made a lot more waves than a small group of expatriate Bosnians; especially, if the Bosnians went to great pains to blend in and remain, inconspicuous.
Zlatco and Mirza returned just after dark with what they'd discovered from their reconnaissance. Milan and Jadranko had returned from their task a few hours earlier.
The word on the street was that the only Jamaican outfit, of any consequence, was a crew run by a Jamaican named Tyrone who lived in a High Class condo, but ran his operation out of a warehouse in a run down industrial area just below I-90.
Zlatco had taken the liberty to post Juka in a deserted building across the street from that warehouse, to keep watch, while he returned with his report. Juka was posted with the orders to call Zlatco if anything happened, anything at all, and for God's sake, stay out of sight!
Milan reported that the Families were in the motorhomes, and the three rigs were headed for Ohio under the watchful guard of Jadranko's son, Risto. The work trucks had been secured in three rented storage units as directed. He said the last as he jingled the keys to the sheds in his hand. "The truck keys he said, I left in the glove box of each truck."
"Good." Raif commended them all; "You did good, all of you... now... again, we wait."
With some good natured teasing of Jadranko about his being the father of a pup who barks like a big dog, the five men settled into drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and playing cards around the big table in the center of the room; as they waited for word from Juka.
Their wait was not long.
At 8:45 Zlatco's Phone rang. Juka was calling in with a report of activity around the warehouse. He'd seen a white van pull into the building and the door close behind it. A black Yukon was coming and going. There were a half dozen men in the building, maybe more, a couple coming and going, but he'd seen no sign of Sadik.
Zlatco told him "good... keep watching" and hung up. He filled the group in with what little information they had so far and everyone looked to Raif. No one spoke, but all eyes asked the same question; "What do we do?"
Raif sat quiet, deep in thought... the silence stretched out, but no man there was in a hurry. They'd been through too much. They all knew what they faced. They knew how the game was played. They waited for him to speak.
"We can't just go busting into a place we know little about. We don't know how many are there. How they are armed. I'm sure this is the right bunch... but, we don't know enough about them to just roll in there. We must wait for an opportunity. We must be patient."
He looked down at his hands, still grasping a coffee cup in front of him. "We must operate on the assumption that Sadik... is gone. Too much time has passed. They got from him whatever it was they wanted... whatever it had to do with... this girl... and he is gone."
"What we do now, is not a rescue. It is..." Raif looked up from his hands, and met the eyes of every man sitting at the table... "retribution. We pay these dogs back, for their sin against Sadik, and against us... and... We collect a steep interest on the debt."
All heads nodded in agreement... while Milan dealt another hand.
Just after 9:30 Juka called with his second report. Zlatco put his phone on speaker and laid it in the center of the table for all to hear as Juka
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