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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Setting a Course
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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, several notes.  The following is a sex story.
A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for youngsters
and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my material is
properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial responsibility
for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into their children's
hands.  To charge the government with that responsibility.  Wow !  Don't
get me started.

   All my stories are total fantasy.  They are fiction, made up.  MSU (made
shit up).  I started this effort in several forms before deciding on "The
Chronicles" for a direction.  Yes !  Willy is back !  Willy starts putting
his house back together again.  He obtains some info for Snake from a
friend of his, a retired local judge.

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination...The characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for background and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Chronicles of

   Willy Tamarack

   Setting a Course

   (MF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   Chapter Forty-three

   The room was getting light when I got into bed.  Erin snuggled with me.
Neither of us got out of bed until late the afternoon of the twenty-sixth.
Amanda didn't make an appearance until much later.  Erin and I were using
the weight room when Carlos wandered down to get something to eat.  Trina
was with him, dressed in just a robe and slippers.  Her breasts moved
enticingly.

   The rest had left around lunch time.  Rusty took a full load back to the
executive terminal at McCarran and Casey made two trips to the casino with
the boat.  I noticed that both the boat and the helicopter were gone.

   "Want me to scramble you up some eggs, Carlos ?" I called from one of
the weight machines.  Trina was already behind the bar mixing what looked
like a bloody mary.

   "He scrambles some mean eggs, Carlos." Erin called from another machine
where she was doing arm curls.  I was quickly behind the bar, cleaning off
the grill, speaking Spanish to Trina.  Carlos hadn't said a word but drank
a good portion of the bloody mary, Trina placed in front of him.

   I smoked a bowl as I cooked a large plate of scrambled eggs with ham,
bacon, onions, peppers and cheese.  I found some tortillas in the freezer
and thawed them.  I had them warming on the grill.  Erin joined us at the
bar.  Snake wandered down stairs so I threw some more eggs on to the grill.

   Quite soon, Erin enticed Trina to the couch to eat her breakfast.  That
left me alone with Carlos and Snake.  "You told me to pay attention during
Yachtsman's story last night.  I did and you know what I learned ?" Both of
them looked up at me.  I continued.

   "They intercepted your comm.  They knew he was coming.  No other way it
could happen.  You've changed your comm, right ?"

   "You ask a lot of questions, Mister Tamarack." Carlos shot back.  I
stared Carlos right in the eye.

   "Not sure what you've been doing the last twenty years, Mister Santiago,
but I've been pretty much on the wrong side of the law.  At times they've
been quite nasty about it.  The only times I've been close to being
apprehended were when they had a head's up.  They either knew where I was
or knew when I was coming.  That's only happened twice and both times I
escaped because I was prepared and did what they least expected.  My hat's
off to Captain Minter and Miss Olson.  They were prepared and prevailed. 
That keeps you out of jail in my business.  That's what I was trying to
say. I could care less how you communicate, Carlos."

   Carlos was going to say something but I handed him the pipe and started
again.  "I noticed the boat and chopper are gone.  I don't imagine you two
are stuck out here ?"

   Carlos finished swallowing a mouth full of eggs before taking a hit off
the pipe.  It was very good, smooth smoke.  Snake was still eating, hardly
appearing to be paying attention.  He looked up at Tamarack.

   "Very good, Mister Tamarack.  And, yes, we did change our comm setup. 
Micky communicated with me about you over a secure satellite phone.  And
our other business is run over a VPN that is triple encrypted.  They don't
even know we're there."

   "Good move, Snake.  So I imagine that Mister Santiago will be going into
town tonight just to check on shit, right ?  I was hoping I could catch a
ride back and forth."

   Carlos looked over at Snake.  Snake answered immediately.  "Up to
Carlos. He's the one leaving.  I only leave to go to mass." He smiled at
me. I smiled back.

   *****

   They were at their favorite bar, eating a leisurely lunch.  A cell phone
was ringing.  Mindy was digging through her purse, trying to find her
phone. She answered.  It was Montana from D.C.

   "Agent Weathers, Wayne Montana here.  Have you heard anything about that
shooting in Henderson a couple of weeks ago now.  A Jim Fisher was shot
multiple times, died in the street.  Two Mexican nationals were apprehended
a while later and connected to the Fisher shooting."

   "Only what we read in the papers.  Does this Fisher have something to do
with Tamarack or are the Mexicans connected ?"

   "Could be both.  See if you can get any of Fisher's comm in the days
before his death.  I don't imagine he was staying in a hotel.  He knew
someone in 'Vegas.  Check it out.  I'm coming out there next week.  Looking
forward to seeing you, agent Weathers."

   "Call me Mindy, Wayne."

   "Sure thing, Mindy.  See you next week." And next week he hoped to be on
the trail of Tamarack once again.  There was no doubt in his mind that
Tamarack was in 'Vegas somewhere.  Wayne was sure he'd be growing again
which would just make it that much easier to find him.

   *****

   It was windy on Boulder Highway.  Those little flags were flapping about
like crazy.  I bet that it wouldn't be near as pleasant tomorrow as it had
been yesterday.  A salesman rushed across the lot as soon as he saw me
leave the sidewalk.

   Two hours later I was leaving the lot with a 2002 Camry, dark blue.  It
had good acceleration and that's all that mattered to me.  It was great to
be in a military town.  Show your ID and everything was cool, even cash.  I
had thirty days to register it, maybe I'd get Erin to do it ?  I turned on
to Boulder Highway and headed north.

   I stopped way out on Charleston.  Out in Summerlin.  It was a 7-11.  I
bought ten pre-paid cell phones and twelve small bottles of Jack Daniels,
again paying cash.  I replaced the memory in one phone with a memory stick
from my suitcase.  I paged through the numbers.  There it was.  I pressed
talk.  It was almost seven p.m.

   "Hello." It was a male voice.  An older gentleman.  I was positive.

   "Judge, Willy Tamarack.  Congratulations.  I hear you finally retired.
Was wondering if I could drop by for a moment of your time ?"

   There was no hesitation.  "Why sure, Willy.  The usual way ?"

   "Sure thing, Judge.  See you in a bit." I closed the phone and turned it
off.  I was less than ten minutes away and even circled the area a little
before parking about three blocks away.  It was harder than I remembered,
climbing up and over this brick wall and dropping into the Judge's
backyard.

   The lights were on inside.  I trotted around the pool decking and up on
to the patio.  The sliding glass door came open and I could see the Judge
in the kitchen filling a bucket full of ice.  I closed the door and walked
into the kitchen.

   "You must be getting near retirement yourself, Willy.  I heard you
several minutes ago." The Judge turned and appraised Willy Tamarack.  "You
don't look too bad for a guy who escaped from a mental institution just a
couple of weeks ago." I was dressed in blue jeans, white "T" shirt with a
dark blue jacket and topsider deck shoes.  My hair was short compared to
the last time the Judge saw me.

   We started drinking and didn't stop until it was close to midnight.  I
left the same way I arrived and the Judge found himself with several
packets of money.  I told him it was a couple of thousand.  The Judge
didn't count it but he would spend it.

   Chapter Forty-Four

   I was back in the Camry, using a different phone and dialing a different
number.  It rang a long while before a sleepy voice answered with.  "Yea ?"
Not angry but concerned.  Perry Hooter was swinging his legs out of bed
before the voice on the phone identified himself.

   "How you been, Perry ?  You busy ?"

   "Fuck you, old man.  I work for a living, fuck head.  You're just like
Scooter, god rest his soul.  How's Amanda ?"

   "I'm starting across the golf course right now.  Get your ass out of
bed." Perry flipped the cell phone, Erin left with them, closed.  Mandy
knew who it was and laughed.  She started getting up.

   The backyard was dark when I jumped over the three foot high wall that
separated Perry's property from the golf course.  I ran most of the way and
only walked the last hundred meters or so.  I had to be in better shape. 
It took time though.  They were standing at the sliding glass door.  The
den was dark.

   I slid the glass door aside.  They both gave me a hug.  "Well, Perry,
what the fuck happened to Scooter ?"

   "We fucked up, Willy.  No other way to describe it."

   "Okay, let's light up a bowl and figure this out.  The cops been here
yet ?"

   "No." Perry and Mandy were sitting on the couch.  I sat on the floor.  I
had my pipe packed and was putting the flame to it.

   "Good.  How were you planning on distancing yourself from Scooter ?"

   "Can't do that." Answered Perry.  "Too much history.  So we're gonna say
that we were expecting him but he never showed up.  His name still hasn't
been released by the cops.  We've even called his cell phone severeal times
since the shooting.  So we're covered there.  And the house is clean."

   "Good work, you two.  Okay, here's what I'd like you to do..."

   *****

   It was eleven o'clock at night and the Mercado was packed with shoppers.
This was Las Vegas, after all, and the ways of a truely twenty-four hour
town creep into all cultures.  The predominate language being spoken was
Spanish.  Mostly the Mexican variety.

   The gringo was wearing a pair of jeans with a wild green Aloha shirt and
blue tennis shoes.  His brown hair was long and tied in a pony tail that
reached the middle of his back.  He spoke excellent Spanish.  If he had
been Hispanic most would have figured him from the state of Sinaloa in
Mexico.

   This was the second night I had visited the Mercado.  I was sure there
would be watchers among the crowd tonight.  I wandered the isles until I
had half a basket filled with food.  It took about five minutes in line
waiting to get checked out.  As soon as I was outside I broke to the right
and pushed the basket up against the wall of the store.  The Camry was
parked just around the corner so I slipped into the driver's seat and
slumped down.

   Seconds later, two Hispanic gentlemen came around the corner at a trot.
They stopped and scanned the area.  The parking lot opened up behind the
Camry and there must have been forty or fifty cars parked at this time of
night.  They soon lost interest and disappeared back around the corner.  I
stayed where I was and kept my eyes roving around the parking lot, using
the mirrors.

   An hour later I motored out of the parking lot.  I had changed back into
a pair of slacks and conservative blue, button-down collar shirt.  The wig
was in a bag in the back seat.  I left the deck shoes on.  I dropped by
Perry's and picked up ten pounds of weed before heading back to Sunset and
the bowling alley.  I had several hours to wait until Carlos picked me up
at zero four hundred.  So instead I drove around the local area having a
drink in several sports bars.  I introduced myself to every bartender and
left very large tips when I departed.

   *****

   Snake Edwards was smoking a joint rolled with Mister Tamarack's weed
while Mister Tamarack's dark haired, young lady friend sucked his cock. 
She'd been eager to go upstairs with him after they ate and drank earlier;
and out of her clothes in a very short time.  She was almost flat chested
but had a very nice, tight, little butt and a totally bare cunt.  She
almost begged him to fuck her in the ass and was the nastiest little bitch
he'd met in some time.

   Amanda was on her knees between his legs, her head bobbing over his
crotch.  She looked up at him so he held out the joint to her.  She took a
huge hit off the joint.  "Good shit, huh !?" She squeaked out as she handed
the joint back and then climbed up over Snake, grabbed his cock and slid it
into her snatch.

   "It makes me horny, Snake." He was buried in her.  She started pumping
her cunt on and off his cock.  He couldn't speak.  He was starting to
believe all this "afrodisiac properties" shit.  They had been fucking and
sucking for close to three hours.  He couldn't get enough of the little
vixen.  He grabbed her hips and began fucking up into her.  She was yelling
and screaming as he fucked her.

   He was now on top of her.  She was grabbing her ankles and whispering
nasty things into his ear.  He was driving his cock in and out of her as
fast as he could pump his hips.  He was close to orgasm and started
ejecting loads into her when she started massaging his testicles as they
bounced around between the cheeks of her butt.

   He rolled off her several minutes later, his breathing just coming under
control.  She remained lying there with her legs spread.  Snake grabbed a
pillow and crashed.  Amanda Fisher knew she had been fucked good.  He had a
very nice cock, good size and distinct.  The "Snake's" head cock head
really turned her on.  She rolled over and was asleep in just minutes. 
Just like Willy said, it was so easy.

   *****

   It was zero three fifty-nine.  Carlos Santiago was glancing in the rear
view mirror.  Every night Tamarack had tried to sneak up on him in the
different parking lots where Carlos picked him up.  It was a game with this
guy.  The passenger door opened and Carlos pretended that he'd had him in
sight the whole time.

   "Cutting it a bit close aren't we ?" Carlos accused.

   I looked at my new Casio watch and said, "Zero four hundred...Hack."

   Carlos started the car and off we went.  I was silent for a while. 
There were few on the road at this hour.  I had a brand new backpack in my
lap.  I was sure he was dying to ask.

   "Sorry I've been fucking with you, Carlos.  I'm just trying to get back
into the swing of things.  I know I was pretty invisible back then when you
were trying to get a hold of me.  I worked hard at it.  You intimidated me.
You still do."

   He grunted.  I continued.  "I've got ten pounds of weed from my farms in
Sinaloa.  Just regular weed, like Snake's.  Like you to do a taste test.  I
can teach Jay how to grow this shit.  I'm not here to fuck you over,
Carlos. I know my weed is good and I know you would like to move it through
the hotels."

   He grunted again.  I remained silent.  A half hour later we descended
into the underground garage below the Hacienda.  It was just a little
before zero five hundred.  Erin was already on the machines.

   "Well how'd it go last night ?" Erin asked.  I stripped off my jacket
and dress shirt.  I was behind the bar, mixing a bloody mary.  Carlos had
disappeared upstairs.

   "Not too bad.  They were there, looking for me.  So I called Culican
before I left the Mercado.  About one.  I offered them my recipe book." I
paused for just a moment.  "Where's Amanda ?"

   Erin smiled at me.  I smiled back.  She finally answered.  "Upstairs
with Snake.  That ought to rattle Carlos' chain.  So how's that going ?"

   "Not sure.  He still doesn't trust me worth a shit.  But the weed is
going to win him over.  I know that.  This is a business.  So you got some
place for me to grow ?"

   "Might have.  Got three candidates.  Scooter's place goes into escrow
today.  Amanda has already agreed to transfering the proceeds to our
accounts.  With the money we have off shore...Well, it's more than enough.
When you gonna brief Snake ?"

   *****

   Snake woke with the girl beside him in bed.  He rolled out of bed to the
floor and started to work his body for a few moments.  The little minx
poked her head off the side of the bed and looked down at him while he was
doing crunches.

   "Hungry ?" She looked so nasty.  And it wasn't until Amanda crawled off
the bed and started sucking his cock that Snake figured out she was totally
working him for Tamarack.  He'd blown a load into her mouth before he
figured Carlos was probably going crazy because of Tamarack.  He pushed the
girl away as she wiped semen off her chin.

   "Amanda, my dear, just what do you think you're going to get out of me
by fucking me ?"

   She was almost able to hide her surprise.  Almost.  Snake held her chin
in his hand.  She laughed, The first defense.  He continued to hold her
chin in his hand.

   "Snake, I'm a horny, little bitch.  Erin has told me that time and time
again.  I didn't fuck you because Willy told me to fuck you, if that's what
you're asking ?  I love cock.  You've got a nice cock.  Willy's, not so
much." She started her head down to his crotch.  Snake let her go for it.
She was sucking his cock again.  He was starting to get hard again.

   It was almost eight before Snake got out of bed.  The girl was still
sleeping.  He moved to the bathroom and stepped into the shower.  It was an
hour before he went downstairs.

   *****

   I didn't get out of bed until after noon.  Amanda was sleeping in the
other bed and I didn't hear her enter the room.  I made a note of that.  I
was nowhere near as aware as I was before my incarceration.  I smoked a
bowl and then headed for the shower.  Erin joined me and then we woke
Amanda.  Soon we were all loaded and Amanda was eager to tell us about her
night with Snake.

   Erin and I laughed at some of her stories.  Snake was a pervert just
like me.  Amanda couldn't agree more.  She was sure he would go along with
anything I suggested.

   Chapter Forty-five

   It was dark out.  Carlos Santiago had taken the boat over to the casino
to pick up Casey Swartz at sunset.  Snake was already down stairs, drinking
at the bar, when the two of them walked up to the Hacienda from the dock.
Snake had already talked with Carlos but Casey deserved to hear this.  So
did Yatchman but he was back down in Newport Beach and wouldn't be here
until New Year's Eve.

   Carlos went immediately behind the bar and poured himself a shot of
tequilla.  He pushed a coke across the bar to Casey.  The three of them
turned as the door behind the bar opened.  Tamarack let his wife enter the
bar before following her.  Snake wondered where the teenager was ?

   I could sense they wondered where Amanda was.  "Amanda Fisher is a
trusted associate but her clearance isn't quite high enough for this
briefing.  My wife is a practicing attorney, licensed in the state of
Nevada.  Passed the bar first time.  Not easy in this state.  She handles
all my legal affairs and controls our assets." I stopped when Snake started
pouring Jack into a glass.  I didn't start again until he threw a couple of
ice cubes into the glass and pushed it across the bar to me.  I continued.

   "I've been able to obtain some intel on what happened to Yachtsman and
Jill.  I knew you all would be interested as that event affected your
business.  So I requested this meeting.  Thank you for coming and I hope I
didn't fuck up too many of your plans." I downed a slug of Jack.  "About
three years ago, a comm guy with the Defense Intelligence Agency stumbled
on to a pattern between your comm and the movement of lots of small amounts
of money through local banks." All three of them were looking from one to
another.  "This comm guy partnered with a DEA agent who was sniffing around
your activities here in town.  They intercepted some unencrypted comm and
were able to set a trap for Yachtsman.  They were waiting for him." I took
another good slug of Jack.  "The agents names are Mindy Weathers and
Anderson Davies.  She's the DEA agent.  He's the comm specialist who
discovered the pattern."

   Erin had opened up the laptop.  On the screen were the pictures of both
agents.  I took another drink and continued, "They still operate in 'Vegas
and are still interested in you.  They burned someone for about five kilos
of coke a while back.  They think it was your coke.  They are known as high
flyers in their section because of the bust they almost got on Yachtsman.
And they got a lot closer than you even suspected.  They found the place
Yachtsman off loaded using satallite surveillance.  Got pictures of the
ants as they go back and forth from the boat to the truck.  So that's that.
Any questions ?"

   I took another slug of Jack then dug the pipe out of my pocket and
started packing it.  It was Casey who asked.  "And just who did you get
this intel from ?"

   "A retired judge who I've known for over twenty years.  He's never
burned me with false intel.  Plus I watched over his shoulder as he
retrieved the info on his home computer.  Sorry, he wouldn't let me copy
it. But he did let me download the pictures."

   "I'm impressed, Mister Tamarack." It was Snake and even Carlos had an
admiring look on his face.  I held up my hand.

   "So here is what I'd like to do.  I plan on using these two agents and a
Washington DEA agent, named Wayne Montana, against the cartels.  Pit them
against each other.  Should take the heat off of any activity that either
of us care to enter into."

   *****

   Wayne Montana waited at the curb in the passenger pickup area.  The man
was driving.  Anderson Davies was his name.  He wondered if he was fucking
Mindy ?  The dark SUV pulled to the curb and the rear door slid open. 
Wayne was already moving and the vehicle hardly stopped before it was
moving again.  The door slid shut.

   Mindy Weathers was sitting right next to him.  She held out her hand. 
Wayne took it.  "Agent Weathers, sir.  Agent Davies is driving.  We've got
those phone records you requested and you were right.  Jim Fisher did call
a local number just once, two days before he was shot.  The number belongs
to a Perry Hooter."

   Wayne leaned back in the seat.  "That's great news.  And it's great
meeting you and being back in the field again.  Please call me Wayne. 
Mindy and Anderson, right ?" The driver was nodding.  Mindy was smiling. 
Wayne was excited.  He was on the hunt again and had some good leads and a
good team.

   "Let's get something to eat.  I'm starved." Wayne suggested.

   "Sounds good, Wayne.  Anderson, how about the Applebees up on Stephanie
?"

   "On our way, Mindy." Anderson had been afraid this was going to be some
hot shot, young guy.  But he was at least fifty plus.  Still an imposing
figure and if they were successful another feather in their cap.  They
could use it.  Interesting cases had been few and far between.

   Anderson pulled into the parking lot.  He was out of the SUV and keeping
an eye on the area around the entrance.  He preceeded Mindy and Wayne by a
good ten feet or so.  They all met at the bar after Mindy went to the
restroom.

   They were sequestered in a booth in the far corner of the resturant. 
Business was discussed as soon as more drinks were ordered.  Mindy started
by briefing him on the hotel they had set up shop in.  A suite with two
bedrooms.  It was a local hotel and easier to meld in.  Plus they were
cheaper.  Another plus was that the Hooter household was in a nearby
neighborhood.  Wayne was now sure that Davies was fucking her and was into
drink number three when the entre was served.

   "We both figure that Tamarack is close by although he has not been
mentioned by name.  The Hooters phones are being monitored.  Activity
between the husband and wife has increased but no pattern has been
identified." Anderson provided this information.  Wayne was on cloud nine.

   "You've got them all recorded, right !?" Wayne had never captured
Tamarack on the phone before.  But was confident that he'd pick up
something they didn't.  And was sure he'd recognize Tamarack's voice.

   "Of course, Wayne." Mindy stated as she squeezed his thigh.

   Anderson was smiling at him.  "We got all the family's phones recorded."

   "Well, let's pay them a visit tonight.  Probably better if I go alone.
So you two don't blow your covers." Both the agents were nodding their
heads.  And after they finished dinner, Wayne dropped them off at a local
casino before driving out to the Hooters.  It was a short drive and he
found their place with little effort.

   It was over three minutes before the front door was opened and it was a
teenage girl.  Very attractive and dressed to tease, short shorts with a
revealing top.  The parents were behind her in the entry way of the home.
Wayne presented his credentials and entered the home.

   The wife was very well dressed but showing an awful lot of cleavage. 
Wayne tried to concentrate on the husband, Perry Hooter.  He freely
admitted to knowing Jim "Scooter" Fisher and his wife Amanda.  Yes, they
had recieved a call from the Fishers and thought they would be coming to
visit.  But, alas, they never arrived.  The Hooters had called them several
times in past weeks to no avail.  They asked if Agent Montana had any news
of the Fishers ?

   Wayne informed them that Mister Fisher was shot by some Mexican drug
cartel members.  Wendy did a very impressive job of breaking down after
that announcement.  Wayne pressed ahead.  Did they have any knowledge of
his connection to the cartels ?  Mandy started losing it.  Her breasts were
heaving in her low cut dress, offering many fantastic views.  Perry
consoled her.

   The interrogation lasted for almost two hours.  Wayne kept hammering
away at their story, only admitting that Amanda Fisher was still missing
after forty minutes or so of interrogation.  It was only at the very end
that Wayne mentioned Willy Tamarack.  And then it was only in passing,
asking if they'd ever heard the name.  Wayne was impressed with their story
but left pretty much convinced that the Hooters had something to do with
the drug cartels and/or marijuana.  Their story was just too good, too pat.
The daughter was even home that night.  What daughter that hot would be
home on a Friday night ?

   Have to keep an eye on these three.  When Wayne arrived back at the
casino Mindy and Anderson were gone.  Wayne bellied up to the bar and
ordered a drink.

   *****

   They had been drinking for a good half hour when Mindy noticed the
teenager.  She came through the double doors and headed right for the
resturant area.  Short, dark hair, thin, slutty looking, wearing tight
jeans with a midriff top and sandals.  The white haired lady entered ten
seconds later with the hippie looking guy: bell bottoms, flowery shirt,
long brown hair tied in a pony tail, coming to about his mid-back.

   They followed the teenager into the resturant.  Anderson glanced over at
them as they disappeared into the resturant.  Mindy smiled at him.  "Kind
of looks like that picture of Willy Tamarack Wayne showed us."

   "I didn't get a good look at him." Anderson countered.  He noticed the
teenager coming out of the resturant and heading toward them, probably
going to the restrooms.  Instead, she stopped right behind them, between
them in fact, and leaned toward them.

   "That was Willy Tamarack.  Somebody said you were looking for him.  He's
out in the parking lot waiting.  Hurry up now.  Can't be late."

   The teenager turned back and headed toward the front door.  The two
agents slid off their bar stools and walked quickly toward the entrance. 
The parking lot was dark and full.  A van flashed it's lights.  The
teenager herded them in that direction.  The van moved as soon as the door
slammed shut.

   The blonde woman was driving.  The hippie was sitting in the back with
them.  The teenager climbed into the front.  It was the male agent who
spoke first.

   "This could be construed as kidnapping two federal agents."

   "Agent Davies are you trying to tell me that one skinny, teenage girl
forced two experienced federal agents to get into this van ?  I'm sure
you'll recieve the highest commendation for that admission.  No, you both
almost ran out to the van because the teenager said the magic words, 'Willy
Tamarack.'"

   The van was silent for a long while as it maneuvered through the streets
of Green Valley.  The female this time, "Where are you taking us ?"

   I answered immediately, "Back to the casino.  You are one good looking
agent, miss." I stared at her.  Not hard to stare at.  I leaned forward.

   "Okay, you two.  Here's some intel.  Don't ever say I didn't do my duty
here.  The cartels are going to be making a push into Southern Nevada.  Two
cartel hit men killed a friend of mine a couple of weeks ago just a couple
of blocks from here.  I've identified several more cartel soldiers in and
around the strip mall that is anchored by The Mercado grocery store up on
Nellis.  Any questions ?" I sat back and leaned against the back of the
van. Neither of them spoke so I continued.

   "They'll be sending one of their organizers soon.  A cartel head.  Now
that's promotion material, boys and girls.  Wayne would even be interested.
Wayne Montana.  Give him a call, if he isn't already out here sniffing
around." The van pulled up in front of the casino so I reached forward and
pulled the door open.

   "You might even run into me again.  Wayne would love that." They were
already out of the van, standing on the pavement.  I shoved the door closed
and Erin accelerated away from them.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Sixteen
   "A New Start" 

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