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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - A New Start
Part: 16 of 30
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Language: English


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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 !  Back to Newport Beach
and some fucking and sucking with Adell's best friend before heading off to
Las Vegas and New Year's Eve.  Willy, Erin and Amanda evade Carlos'
surveillance and buy a place to live and grow, the "Villa."

   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

   A New Start

   (MF+ oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Forty-six

   Adell Wentworth parked her car in the alley way behind her mother's
beach house on the Balboa Peninsula.  Libby Sutton got out.  She'd just
arrived from Boise, where she spent Christmas with her parents skiing, and
was getting her bag out of the back seat.  She was a tall young lady with a
nice figure but not near as attractive as Adell or her mother, Ashley.

   "Wait 'till you see this guy, who's shacking up with my mother.  God
damn !  He's a stud." On the way home from the airport, Adell had gone on
and on about Micky Rincon although she had not shared the fact that she'd
had sex with him...With him and her mother together !  And she hadn't got
close to talking with her friend about the orgy in the front room !  God !
The old man and his weed...Forget it !  How things changed since she got
home for Christmas !?

   Micky was in the kitchen.  Ashley was with him.  When wasn't she ?  Just
seeing him dressed like this turned her on.  The sweat pants with ARMY
stenciled down one leg.  The tight "T" shirt that always appeared too
small. She had her arms around his middle when the garage door started up.

   Ashley moved away from him and blew him a kiss before disappearing
upstairs.  Micky blew one back at her.  The girls were entering the
kitchen. Micky considered the new girl attractive, nice body.  He was
packing a pipe with marijuana at the cutting board island.

   "Hi !  Adell.  Who's your good looking girl friend ?" The girl was
embarassed, blushing.  Couldn't look Micky in the eye.

   "Libby, this is Micky Rincon, my mom's boy friend.  Micky, this is Libby
Sutton." Micky was lighting the pipe.  He took a big hit then held the pipe
out to Adell.  "Wanna get high ?" Micky squeaked out.

   Adell looked over at Libby before taking the pipe out of Micky's hand.
Micky noticed Libby Sutton looked very interested in the ounce baggie of
weed on the cutting board.  She stood over by her luggage and eagerly took
the pipe from Adell.

   "Does your mom get high, too !?" Libby squeaked out while exhalling. 
Just a moment later.  "Oh !  Wow !  Jesus, this is fuckin' good shit.  I'm
stoned already !" She started laughing.  So did Micky and Adell.  It was
ten minutes later before Adell guided Libby upstairs to the guest room.

   As soon as the door was closed, Libby blurted out, "God !  You weren't
kidding.  He's hot !" Adell looked at her girl friend and just knew that
she'd be naked with her and her mother and let Micky Rincon do what ever he
wanted to her.  She was excited.

   "Wanna go back down stairs ?" Adell asked.

   "Where's your mother ?" Libby asked.

   "Probably screwing Micky.  He does her three, four times a day." Adell
answered.  "So you wanna go down stairs ?"

   "Sure.  That was dynamite weed.  Better than the stuff your boy friend
deals at school." Adell could hardly remember her high school boy friend at
college.  It seemed like so long ago.  Libby was up off the bed and heading
toward the door.  Adell followed her down stairs.  Micky was still in the
kitchen, mixing margaritas.  Adell smiled and went right to the pipe.

   Ashley made an appearance about ten minutes later, dressed in this very
thin house dress.  It was obvious she was naked underneath.  Libby Sutton
had known Ashley Wentworth since the girls had been in grammar school. 
This was mind blowing.  The woman was taking a hit off the pipe and hanging
all over this guy who was closer to her daughter's age.

   The pipe went around the room again.  Nobody talked.  Oh !  God !  Libby
was stoned, so very stoned.  They all had margaritas.  Libby found herself
talking with Adell about their quarter grades.  Ashley's boy friend kept
looking over at her.  Eventually, Ashley dragged Micky over to where the
girls were talking.

   "Micky thinks you're cute, Libby." Ashley told her as she imagined what
the girl was going to look like naked.  She was excited already.  She
dragged Micky into the front room and turned on the TV.

   Adell was laughing.  Libby joined her for a few moments then passed her
the pipe.  Adell took another drag then asked Libby a question but she
didn't hear it.

   "What ?" Libby inquired.

   "No...What did she say to you ?" Adell repeated her question.

   It took a few moments before Libby finally answered.  "Said that Micky
thought I was cute."

   "Oh !  Jesus !  Libby, that's what she told me the night Micky fucked
me. While my mother watched.  She even kissed me.  Oh !  God !  I was out
of control, like never before." The dam broke.  Like it was bottled up
inside her.  She had to share it.  Libby was her oldest and closest friend.

   Libby was frozen.  While Adell had shared her fling with one of her
mother's previous boy friends and Libby had shared the fucking she got from
one of her dad's friends; this was like an orgy.  They had talked at school
about having two men at once and also about sharing a man.  It never failed
to turn them on.  More than once they masterbated while sharing their sex
fantasies with each other.  Well, in their own beds and under the covers.

   "The three of you !?  All together !?" Libby was imagining a threesome.
Her nipples were erect and quite visible in her "T" shirt.  Adell was
taking another hit of weed and could hear the TV sound from the front room.
She walked in that direction.

   Micky was on the couch, alone, using a cell phone.  He looked toward the
kitchen and saw Adell standing there with Libby behind her.  "Oh !  Hey,
what do you guys want for dinner ?  We're ordering out.  Chinese." Both of
the girls came to the back of the couch.  Micky was leaning back and his
cock was outlined in his sweat pants.  You'd be blind not to see it.

   Ashley was coming down stairs and could see that Micky still had the
hardon she'd left him with.  Her nipples were still hard and she was wet
between her legs.  The girls looked up.  They'd both been staring at
Micky's cock.  Micky was finishing their order on the phone when Ashley
walked by them all to the kitchen.  She called back.

   "Is this the money for the Chinese ?"

   Micky called back.  "Yea." Then lowered his voice.  "Sit down, ladies."
Adell and Libby came around the couch and sat.  Ashley brought out the pipe
and the baggie of weed.  They all started smoking weed again.  One big long
line on the couch with Libby at one end and Ashley at the other.  Adell was
sitting next to Libby and Micky was sitting between Adell and Ashley.

   They were watching a twenty-four hour news station.  When the doorbell
rang it was Ashley who jumped up off the couch and sashayed to the front
door.  She led the delivery guy straight to the kitchen where he was
putting the bags on the cutting board island.  The whole house smelled like
weed.  Ashley was telling him he should come back after work if it wasn't
too late.

   The delivery guy was telling her that it would be real late.  She told
him that was too bad.  He laughed a lot but couldn't stop thanking her
after she gave him a twenty dollar tip.  He'd remember this delivery
address.

   Micky and the girls wandered into the kitchen when they heard the front
door close.  Ashley was telling the girls how good looking the delivery guy
was.  Micky kept staring at Libby.  Her nipples had been erect almost the
entire time.  He wanted them all and was sure he was going to get them all.
They talked about stoner things while they ate the half dozen Chinese
dishes that Micky ordered.

   Micky took a hold of Ashley right after they finished cleaning up.  She
immediately pushed her ass back against his crotch.  His hands were right
under her tits, almost holding them up.  Her nipples were erect.  She
rubbed her butt back and forth against Micky's groin.  Both her daughter
and her friend couldn't help but observe.

   "We're going upstairs to watch TV.  You guys want to get into your PJs
and join us ?" Micky was already pushing Ashley toward the stairs.  The two
girls watched them walk up the stairs.  Micky turned and called down to
them.  "Bring the weed and some cokes, Adell."

   Libby was silent as Adell got four cokes out of the refrigerator.  Adell
stared at her, "Well, we're going, aren't we ?"

   "Is he going to fuck us ?" Libby asked in a whisper.

   Chapter Forty-seven

   "I hope so." Adell whispered back.  She kneed Libby in the butt and
pushed her toward the stairs.  Her mother's bedroom doors were wide open
and they found them both lying back on the kingsize bed, watching the big
screen T.V.  hanging on the wall.  The girls entered.  Micky waved over to
them.  The two of them climbed up on the bed.

   Micky packed the pipe as the girls drank coke.  They started smoking
weed.  And then it started.  Micky reached across Adell and pulled Libby
over toward him.  She ended up on her side laying across the three of them.
Micky started at her waist.  Ashley worked on her breasts and Adell quickly
had her hands on Libby's thighs.

   Not long after that Libby's clothes started coming off.  She was down to
her bra and panties.  Their hands were inside her underwear, pinching her
nipples and running their fingers through her pubic hair, cupping her butt
cheeks.  Her bra and panties disappeared shortly and then their mouths were
on her.  Libby was on fire, totally out of control.

   Libby was naked and there were three sets of hands on her.  Some were
between her legs sliding fingers into her cunt.  She was so wet and juicy.
She had someone's mouth on each of her nipples.  Libby started cuming.

   She was their toy for over an hour before Micky finally fucked the shit
out of her while mother and daughter egged him on.  After that it was an
orgy of pussy and tits and ocassionally a big, fat cock.

   When Libby woke the next morning in the guest room it was bright sun
light outside.  She was naked.  Last night drifted through her thoughts. 
Nastier than she ever imagined.  She lay there for a long while before
getting out of bed.  Her bedroom door was closed.  She dressed in just
jeans and a "T" shirt, no underwear.  She crept down the hall barefooted.
All the bedroom doors were closed.

   She could hear the sound of the T.V.  downstairs.  They were in the
kitchen, the three of them.  They were joking around and laughing.  Ashley
saw her first and called across the room, "Oh !  Libby, you're hot, honey !
You ready for 'Vegas, baby ?  New Years in 'Vegas, Libby !" She was
wiggling her hips around with her hands above her head.

   Adell rushed up to her.  She was in a shortie night gown and obviously
naked underneath.  Her arms were around her.  She whispered in her ear. 
"Oh !  Honey, you were so hot.  You'll love 'Vegas.  They even let me
gamble on slot machines.  It was so cool !"

   What could she say ?  She was staying with them.  She was like, on her
own.  And Adell's mother had money !  And a real hot boy friend !  She
pushed away from Adell and jumped up in the air, yelling, "'Vegas here we
come !"

   *****

   The older couple did the checking in.  The dark haired teenager watched
their luggage.  Five large suitcases.  The porter, a man in his
mid-twenties, was standing with the teenager.  She was flirting with him.

   The four of them were in the elevator.  The porter was staring at the
skinny teenager's butt in her tight jeans.  He followed her all the way to
the room.  The older couple lagged behind them both.  The old man tipped
him a ten.  Not bad for an old couple and he'd fuck the teenager in a heart
beat.  Probably a grand kid.

   Amanda laid back on the closest bed.  "Still got it.  Scooter called it
'jail bait.' I just know it works.  It got me Scooter."

   I laughed and jumped up on the same bed.  It was just after one in the
afternoon.  We had two real estate appointments waiting for us later that
afternoon.  Amanda got up and changed in the bathroom.  She came out
wearing a very conservative, blue dress that zipped up the back and looked
nothing like the little slut that came up in the elevator.

   The door buzzer sounded.  I got up off the bed, got the package out of
the closet and then looked out the peep hole.  His name tag read assistant
manager.  I opened the door and he entered.

   "Everything satisfactory with your room, sir ?" He asked.

   "Everything is great.  Thank the management for us." I handed him the
package which contained a pound of my last Sinaloa crop.  The assistant
manager bowed and backed out of the room, the package clasped under his
arm. We exited ten minutes later and took the elevator all the way down to
the garage.  I drove and we made our first appointment with ten minutes to
spare.

   It was a large house in a very exclusive neighborhood, gated with a
security guard.  Unfortunately the basement was no where near large enough
to grow in and I didn't see any way of enlarging it in this neighborhood
without attracting a lot of attention.

   The next property was way out on Lake Las Vegas on the other side of the
lake from the "Hacienda" where we hid out but days ago.  In fact, you could
see the Hacienda in the far distance, across the lake.  I liked it
immediately after turning off the lakeside road.  The house was set back
over two tenths of a mile from the road and almost hidden from view.  The
driveway to the property consisted of small rock for most of the way and
was only paved for about twenty feet from the one car garage.  I would have
liked a larger garage.

   The structure was built into the lake side cliff and faced the south. 
Good for solar collection.  It was three stories high with the garage on
the second level which was the road level.  The lower floor was buried into
the cliff that dropped off to the beach and lake.  Fifty feet of rock beach
to the water's edge.

   The lower level was almost three times the size of the floors above it
and consisted of three good sized bedrooms with a separate bath, almost
basement like.  A hedge of trees would shield the lower level from the
lake. I was standing on the beach, fifty feet from the lower level wall, at
waters edge.  No exit to the beach, a draw back, but could be built.  A
boat could easily be stored in the garage and lowered to the beach via the
ramp dug into the cliff side to the west of the house.  The ramp ended
fifty feet from the water and it would be easy to launch from the rock
beach.  We'd need a four wheel drive vehicle.

   I confered with Erin and we made an offer before we left.  It was
accepted by the time we arrived back at the casino on the Strip an hour
later.  The check we left with the realator would allow us immediate
possession so we got an early start the next day and checked out of the
hotel about ten o'clock.  We ate a hardy breakfast in the room but other
than that left it pretty spic and span.

   A cab took the elderly couple and their grand-daughter to another
property on the Strip where they failed to check-in but instead carried
their own luggage to a dark blue Camry parked in the properties underground
parking garage.  The vehicle was last seen disappearing into the rush of
mid-morning Strip traffic.

   The dark blue Camry ended up out by the Galleria Mall in Henderson.  The
three of them spent hours shopping for all the things their new home would
need and of course groceries before heading out to Lake Las Vegas.  The
road into the property felt bumpier than yesterday.  But the garage door
opener worked !  Amanda was sitting on Erin's lap in the front seat and the
rest of the car was packed to the gills with bags and bags of food and
other articles.  Plus their luggage.  The garage door came down as soon as
the car stopped in the garage.  It was dark at this hour but there was no
traffic on the shore road to observe their arrival anyway.

   We spent hours organizing; taking the food to the kitchen and putting it
away took an hour.  I could probably have a room or two done in a couple of
days, maybe a week.  That would start production.  We slept upstairs on air
mattresses.  I was already looking forward to going back to the Hacienda
for a weekend of debauchery.

   *****

   Snake looked at the email again.  It was from Willy, thanking him for
the hideout and hospitality.  It went on to say they were getting settled
in their new place and looked forward to seeing him on New Year's Eve. 
Snake looked out at the lake.  He hadn't expected the old man to disappear
so completely, so quickly.  Tamarack, his wife and the girl were suppposed
to spend a couple of weeks hopping from casino to casino while they were
looking for a permanent place to live.  Then with the first hop.  In the
cab and they're gone.  The cabby claimed he dropped them off at the
registration entrance, saw them walk in with a bellhop and their luggage.

   Snake laughed but was sure Carlos was reaming some butt over this.  They
both should have expected this.  Snake laughed again.  Carlos did and even
briefed Snake on his plan.  But his plan was shredded in the first
twenty-four hours.

   The phone rang.  It was Carlos.  "I got a hit on him from a realtor down
in Henderson.  Want me to follow up ?"

   "Nah.  Forget it, Carlos.  He'll tell me if I ask.  He wants to do
business.  You disagree with that ?"

   "No.  But I'd feel a whole lot better if he wasn't fucking with the
Mexicans and Feds.  That could bring a lot of heat to this valley.  I'm not
sure we need that."

   "But it will damage our advesaries, yes ?  And none of it will be
directed at us.  Tamarack stays underground for a while and the shit goes
away.  I think it will work.  And Micky will keep us in the loop.  You
watch."

   "Not too sure about that, boss." Carlos was not close to a believer yet.

   "Let's see how it works out, buddy.  Hey !  He said he might bring some
players to the party.  Said he talked to you about it." Snake was excited.

   "I thought he was kidding.  He's really bringing some ladies on New
Years !?  We may have really underestimated this guy, boss."

   "Micky called this morning and said he's bringing three.  Leave your
ladies to income producing efforts.  I think we'll be primed with pussy. 
You're bringing Trina, right ?"

   "Yea, she thinks Tamarack is a cool old guy.  Can you believe that ?"

   "Yea, I can Carlos, that teenager of his fucks like a mink.  I imagine
his wife is a hot piece of ass for an old lady.  You know how Rusty is with
old ladies."

   Carlos laughed.  "You invited that pervert ?"

   "Yea, he's flying out Colleen, Kent and Gina.  I think Yachtsman and
Jill are coming with them.  Micky and his girls are coming by boat.  Then
Tamarack and his group by boat.  Casey is going to be a busy man." Carlos
laughed.

   "Okay, see you tomorrow afternoon, Snake.  When do the first guests get
in ?"

   "Four." The phones went dead.  Snake lit up a joint.  Jay Richards
arrived tomorrow morning and Casey was picking him up at McCarran.  Snake
smiled.  Things were working out.  So far this Willy Tamarack was working
out "A" okay.

   ******

   We were out of our Lake Las Vegas home well before sunrise.  After
eating at a pancake house in Henderson we did a lot of shopping at Home
depot.  We rented the truck a little after nine and finished loading up the
lumber and pipe by about ten.  We used a combination of Lowes and Home
Depots to buy the lighting and wiring.  And then we ordered the sun panels
at one of those alternative energy stores.  We were back at our Lake Las
Vegas home before noon and dropped off the rental truck back in Henderson
by three.

   I worked through the night dividing up the building material between the
two bedrooms I'd choosen to start in.  On the second level, we blacked out
the windows on the road side of the house and hung heavy, dark curtains
over the sliding glass doors that led to the patio that extended over the
grow rooms below.  The top level was similarily blacked out although there
was no sliding glass door to a patio.

   We slept most of the thirty-first and only got out of bed in the early
afternoon.  We had to be at the boat ramp at five.  I was amped.  A good
days work and the farm would be close to ready so I started soaking seeds.

   Chapter Forty-eight

   Perry and Mandy Hooter got out of the cab in front of the casino. 
They'd been out here years ago when it was a thriving property but since
the downturn and the bankruptsy...Well, the Hooters hadn't been out much
since the downturn either.  The two of them entered the casino and wandered
through the tables.  They were dressed casually and had checked an
overnight bag with the valet.

   I spotted them right away.  Mandy was hard to miss with all that dark
hair.  She looked hot in tight jeans with high heels.  Her top showed a lot
of tan breast meat.  Erin and Amanda were sitting in a bar over by the
bacarat tables.  I'd been playing.  We were also dressed casually, the
girls looked like a mature mother and daughter, dressed in slacks and
blouses with sweaters.  I was in a coat and tie.  Perry's Hawaiian shirt
stood out.

   Perry embraced me.  So did Mandy.  I had an arm around each of them as
we made our way toward the bar to join Erin and Amanda.  We all had a drink
while I briefed them on the people they would meet tonight.  This was a big
deal for all of us.

   At four fifty-five we made our way to the boat ramp.  Casey was waiting
for us in the motor boat and off we went.  I could tell I was still in good
graces, even though we'd escaped their surveilance.  Casey was cracking
jokes and talking like a tour conductor on the way to the Hacienda,
describing different properties as we motored by in the boat.  Plus he
couldn't keep his eyes off Mandy's tits.

   The front of the Hacienda was lit up and all a glow.  The helicopter,
covered by camaflage netting, was tied down on the float.  There were some
tiki torches lit up by the pool.  Casey explained that we'd be put up in
the same room as our last visit as we climbed up toward the "Hacienda." The
Hooters were right next door.

   The bar was packed when we entered.  Micky Rincon yelled at me as soon
as I came through the door.  I noticed that Snake wasn't present and
neither was Carlos.  It looked like Micky had another woman with him plus
Ashley and Adell.  They were all coming to greet us.  The Gilbert woman was
with Trina Sanchez at the bar.  Her daughter was with the helicopter pilot
and Kent Gilbert.  Jill was hanging out with the group at the bar so I
figured Yachtsman was also upstairs.

   "Snake is waiting upstairs, Willy." Casey whispered before the group
surrounded us.  We moved toward the bar.  I introduced Perry and Mandy to
everyone then left to follow Casey upstairs.

   I let Erin preceede me into Snake's office.  Casey was already at the
bar pouring a Captain and coke.  Snake started introductions from behind
the bar.  I knew everyone except the grower, Jay Richards.  It was just
Snake, the Yachtsman, Carlos, Casey, Jay plus Erin and I.  Snake poured me
a Jack on the rocks.  I placed a shrink wrapped pound of marijuana on the
bar.

   "This stuff was grown outdoors in a desert local with deep water
irrigation and heavy use of chemical fertilizers." I took a drink.  "Open
it up, Jay." He started opening the end of the pound package.  "It's hand
picked and hand packaged, shrink wrapped into pounds and packaged
twenty-five pounds to the box.  Easy to carry around.  I used to label them
college book drive or something like that." I laughed.

   Jay was taking his first hit from a clean pipe.  There were half a dozen
laying on the bar.  Erin stepped behind the bar and started packing several
pipes with just small buds of marijuana.  There was another pound package
of weed behind the bar.  It was Jay's British Columbia weed.  He was
opening it and packing a pipe.

   Several pipes were being smoked.  No one was talking.  Casey started
laughing a few moments ago and finally Snake yelled out.  "Shut the fuck
up, Casey."

   Carlos started laughing and then so did Jay.  I looked over at Erin. 
"Pack me some of Jay's weed, babe." I took another gulp of Jack.  Erin
passed me a pipe.  It was good, smooth smoke, just didn't have the punch
mine did.  The laughing had stopped.  Snake was whispering, "Well, what do
you think, Jay ?"

   "Oh !  This is good weed.  More punch than mine.  Just as smooth.  I'll
need a list of your fertilizers, Willy.  Make the weed a little more
expensive but..." Jay took a giant hit of my shit.  As he exhalled, "Oh !
Yea, Snake...This is real good shit !"

   I asserted myself.  "Jay, how about takin' my wife and Yachtsman down
stairs to the party.  We'll be along in a few minutes." Erin slid her hand
into Jay's arm and the two of them exited Snake's office.  Yachtsman
followed.

   After the door closed, I apologized.  I knew I was really pushing my
luck.  I don't imagine many talked this way with them.  "Sorry, didn't mean
to abuse your hospitality or authority, Snake." I bowed a little.  "I
apologize to you all for disappearing the other day.  I just feel a lot
more comfortable when I'm moving about a lot until I become invisible.  I
can't thank you for what you've done for me and my wife and Amanda.  I'm
not sure you'll be pleased but we're neighbors of a sort." I walked over to
the glass wall and pointed.  "You can barely see it.  All alone, wierd
looking, three story job about three miles from here on the other side of
the lake.  Some architecht's attempt at avant garde until he ran out of
money.  Erin picked it up for a song."

   Snake grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels and poured me another slug. 
Carlos and Snake were looking at each other.  Casey was still looking out
over the lake.  I took a swallow.

   "Be easy to keep an eye on me, Carlos." We stared at each other. 
"So...I'll be operational by the end of next week.  By May you'll have my
product available for your customers in small amounts.  By next fall I'll
be in full production and hopefully have a couple of more farms on line. 
The amount available will grow exponentially.  The only other people I'll
deal with are down stairs.  That's why I brought them tonight.  Plus the
guy's old lady is hot and loves to party !"

   I took a large swallow of Jack.  "I've also been in touch with agents
Davies and Weathers." Carlos and Snake's eyes widened a bit.  "I informed
them that the cartels were making a move into Las Vegas.  I directed their
attention to a strip mall out on Nellis.  They'll believe me because all my
history points to me knowing this.  It's my business.  I wouldn't be
surprised if they had surveilance on the strip mall right now.  So that's
where it stays for a while.  I'll keep you informed.  It's going to be a
busy New Year for the cartels and the D.E.A."

   It was Carlos.  "You sure about all this ?  The Hispanics, I know, don't
believe the cartels will operate up here.  Oh !  Their weed will end up
here but there is too much spot light and too much competition from
California.  Their stuff is shit compared to California weed.  I'm not
convinced, Tamarack."

   I took another drink.  "I'm not sure either, Carlos.  I imagine being
able to pit the DEA against the cartels.  The cartels came up here to kill
Scooter Fisher and steal his weed.  They never found his weed.  So it
follows that they'll come after me thinking I know where the weed is." I
took another swallow of Jack.  "I've manipulated the press up here before
when I evened the score on some dirt bag Russian arms dealer a while back.
It may not work this time but if it does it puts us in the noise level. 
You're invisible.  I'm invisible.  It's hard to catch invisible people.  I
garantee nobody will be sniffing around.  They'll be too busy fighting the
media war."

   Carlos Santiago stared at Willy Tamarack.  He'd heard the stories back
then.  Most of them pointed to it being a government operation,
quasi-military.  Carlos had a hard time believing that Tamarack had
anything to do with it.  Carlos noticed that Snake had a "less than
convinced" look on his face.  Regardless, Casey was next to question
Tamarack.  "Do we even want the cartels up here ?  And how you gonna lure
them here ?  What do you have that they want ?"

   "It'll be someone I've met, a honcho, and a hit team.  They think I have
a recipe to grow great weed.  They're right and they want it."

   Snake was last to talk.  "You're nuts, Willy."

   *****

   Wayne Montana was sipping a drink in the same bar where the other agents
had run into Willy Tamarack a few days ago.  Agents Davies and Weathers
were in a different bar doing the same.  They were trying to get a line on
Willy Tamarack now that they were sure he was in town.  Wayne was racking
his brain, going over everything that had happened since Tamarack was
reported missing from the mental institution.

   Agent Davies' digital searching for "Tamarack" produced the report on
the drive-by in Salt Lake City.  It was a significant piece of information.
Detectives had been unable to come up with any theory for the shooting of
the mother and son coming home from mass.  There were no leads on the
shooters but the names of the desceased jumped off the page at Wayne.  Luci
and Pablo Tamarack.

   The thought came almost immediately.  The cartels were going after
Tamarack !  But why ?  He'd been in the mental institution for over five
years.  They might have gone after him long ago but they didn't know where
he was !  Wayne realized he could just sit back and let the cartels go
after him.  But then if he could bag them both ?  The cartel hit men who
come north to engage Tamarack and the old man himself.  Bust up their whole
operation in one fell swoop !

   Agents Davies and Weathers entered the small casino and sat on each side
of Wayne at the bar.  She did the talking while Anderson ordered them
another round.  "We hit four places and no one had heard of him.  And no
one had seen a hippie looking character with a white haired woman.  So
where does that lead us ?"

   "He'll be hiding now.  Probably gone real deep.  But he'll surface to
sell his weed.  You should have heard him in the nut house, telling
everyone how good his weed was.  He shut up real fast when I showed up. 
Now he's got both us and the cartels after him.  It's just a matter of
time." Wayne drained his glass just as the next round appeared.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Seventeen
   "A New Year" 

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