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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Gearing Up
Part: 26 of 30
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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 !  Mindy Weathers,
ex-D.E.A.  Agent is brought on board as chief of security for the Buffalo
Brand.

   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

   Gearing Up

   (MF MF+ oral anal dildo)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Seventy-six

   Mindy had a look of disbelief etched on her face.  I could hear the dumb
waiter coming up.  She was staring at me like I was from outer space.  I
laughed as I emptied the elevator and placed the plates on the bar.  They
were steaming.  I closed the door to the dumb waiter and started cutting my
steak.  She was still staring at me.

   Mindy watched him while he cut his steak.  She slowly reached for her
plate and utensils.  She started eating.  Several minutes went by before
she asked.  "And just how much are you going to pay me for watching out for
you ?"

   "Feds paid you seventy something.  I'll start you at a hundred plus
expenses.  Get your own place.  I'd prefer Green Valley but it's up to you.
Real estate is dirt cheap.  I'll drop by from time to time.  Or maybe,
you'll come out and visit." He was eating potato.  She was chewing steak.
It was good.  She looked out the window and saw the Strip lights going on
and off.  She looked back at him.  He was still chewing.

   We continued eating in silence.  We were both hungry and not just for
food.  I could see it in her eyes.  There was life in them tonight.  Last
night was just going through the motions.  I threw the left overs into a
trash can under the bar then sent the dumb waiter down with the dirty
dishes and a hundred dollar bill.

   Mindy left for the bathroom after eating.  In less than twenty-four
hours she'd gone from being a federal agent to being nothing.  She didn't
like that.  She'd done good work for them, she thought.  And now this man,
who grows marijuana...A man she hardly knew, was offering her employment.
She'd be a fool not to take his offer and Mindy Weathers was no fool.  She
cared little that she was now on the other side.  She just wanted to do
what she did well.  And that was security work !

   She looked very sexy as she came out of the bedroom.  Her breasts moved
with every step.  I watched them.  She knew I was watching and was smiling.
She sat at the bar.  I packed some bud from the little bottle.  I handed
her the pipe.

   "I will say that this is the best weed I've ever smoked.  But the horny
thing ?  I'm not convinved." She stated before putting the lighter to the
bowl and taking a very aggresive rip.  She put the pipe and lighter on the
bar and held on to the edge.  I could almost see the energy rushing through
her.  She looked up at me, her eyes clouded with lust.  It was in the bag
and I was getting a woody just watching it sneak up on her.

   I ripped on the pipe, put it down and came around the bar.  I stood
behind her and let my hands explore her breasts.  Her nipples were erect
and I pinched them between my fingers.  I spread the robe apart and started
working on her naked belly and thighs with my fingers.  Her legs came apart
and I cupped her mound with my hand.  She leaned back into me.

   "You know I'm going to have to vet you very deeply, Agent Weathers. 
Some of it may be unpleasant.  So why don't we start.  In the bedroom,
Mindy." She turned around on the bar stool.  The robe was still open and
displayed her very nice tits, plump belly and thighs.  Her legs were still
open, her dark thatch of pubic hair hardly covering her wide open, pink
cunt.  I pulled on my cock as she slid off the stool.  I pulled her with
both hands toward the kingsize bed.

   I jumped up on to the bed.  Mindy followed.  I told her to sit at the
head of the bed while I laid cross ways at the foot of the bed.  "Arouse
yourself, Mindy.  Get yourself off, honey.  Talk dirty to me, you little
D.E.A.  slut." I lit up the pipe and took a hit.  She was already touching
herself, leaving her robe open.  Her hands were cupping her melon like
breasts, her nipples were erect.

   Her eyes were slits.  She was in a high state of arousal, pulling on her
nipples.  "You want some pussy, don't you, weed farmer.  You want to eat
that D.E.A.  pussy, don't you !?"

   I pulled my robe open.  I was hard and flexed it a little.  My cock
bounced around in my groin.  "Play with your pussy, slut, and then crawl
over here and suck my dick."

   Mindy thrust both of her hands between her legs.  He was staring right
between her legs, watching her fingers rubbing her cunt and clitoris.  She
was beyond hot.  His boner was still bouncing.  While not large at all,
average at best, last night he was able to fuck for hours at a time.  Like
a one man gangbang.  That turned her on.  She'd always liked having more
than one dick at a time but most men couldn't really handle seeing the
woman they just fucked go absolutely ape shit while another guy drilled
her.

   She was humping her hips off the bed with her fingers pulling her cunt
lips apart.  She was all pink and very juicy.  She thrust two fingers into
her cunt and started fucking herself.  "That's it, bitch, get off." She
could tell by the pitch of his voice he was excited.

   I was just about to start stroking my cock.  She was close to getting
off.  It came suddenly.  She rolled to her side, pulling her knees up to
her chest, her fingers still fucking in and out of her hairy cunt.  She was
jerking around a little.  She became still.  "You like that orgasm, weed
farmer ?" She purred.

   "Certainly did, slut.  Now slither over here and suck on my balls,
Mindy." She looked over at me and rolled to her stomach.  Her lips and
tongue were on my testicles.  I was stroking my cock with one hand and had
two fingers fucking in and out of Mindy's juicy wet cunt.  It wasn't long
before she was on top of me, fucking me, whispering nasty things into my
ear.  She was now over me with her ass facing me.  Her butt cheeks were
very nice and plump.  I spread them apart and slid a finger into her
wrinkled up anus.

   "Oh...Yea...Buffalo...My ass, baby..." Dribbled off into nothing as my
finger pumped in and out of her rectum as she fucked her cunt on and off my
cock.  I was sweating yet not moving a muscle.  I'd pulled my finger out of
her ass and she was still riding me like a jockey.  I was watching my cock
appearing and disappearing, in and out of her hairy twat.  There was sweat
dribbling down her back and off her hips and ass.  I leaned up and sucked
on her swaying tits.  They were wet.  This bitch was working on me.

   I could take it no longer and pushed her off me.  She was on her side
when I pushed my cock between the cheeks of her ass and into her butthole.
I immediately started to fuck her and didn't stop until I came in an
overpowering orgasm.  Mindy was yelling and screaming as I buggered her.  I
was pulling on her hair and driving my cock in and out of her, still hard
and hot.

   *****

   I closed the phone.  Eddie was downstairs waiting.  Mindy was sitting on
the couch with a pillow case on over her head, her wrists zip-tied behind
her back.  She'd sworn at me for over thirty minutes before she ran out of
energy and became silent.

   I looked around the room.  I'd checked the bedroom earlier.  I had her
dressed in a shift without any underwear.  The shift came to her knees.  I
think she picked it out to turn me on.  She knew what her body could do to
me and was learning to use it.

   "One last trip to the can, a couple of hits of weed and we're gone." I
took her arm and she stood.  It was muffled but I could hear her.

   "You gonna take off the zip-tie ?"

   I remained silent.  I stood her in front of the can and yanked up the
shift.  She sat and was finished in just a few minutes.  I wiped her and
then pushed her into the front room.  One last look.  I picked up the
suitcase and pushed her out into the hall.  It was empty so I guided her
toward the elevator.

   Eddie had the rear door open and I pushed her into the limo.  "Get on
the floor and stay there." I stepped over her and sat.  A moment later we
moved.  We were on the west side of the "Strip" and heading south.  I've
spent little time in and around the "Strip" so was not quite sure where we
were.

   Moments later we were on "I" fifteen, heading north.  I waited until we
were well out of town before I helped Mindy up on to the seat.  She sat for
a while.  It was going to be a long ride.....

   .....We'd drove around Saint George, Utah for a while before driving
back into Las Vegas and taking the ninety-five south for Henderson.  It was
near midnight before Eddie drove off the north lake side road at Lake Las
Vegas.  The ride was rough in the limo and I had her lying on the floor
again.

   Chapter Seventy-seven

   The front door to the Villa was open.  Erin and Amanda were standing out
front.  Eddie parked right in front of the door and I hopped out.  I got
Mindy by the waist and half carried her into the house.  I headed straight
to the stairs and walked her down stairs to the bathroom.  When that duty
was accomplished I brought her upstairs and sat her on the couch.  She was
still zip-tied with the pillow case over her head.

   I went out to thank Eddie and gave him several hundreds in the process.
Gas is expensive !  We'd driven over two hundred miles in our travels here
and there, passing through three different states in the process.  I told
him to check in with Carlos before going home, to get my ass off the hook.
I'd left a grand back at the condo or whatever it was.  That ought to pay
for anything we used.

   Eddie drove off.  I walked back inside and found Erin and Amanda sitting
on each side of her on the couch.  "Let's take her upstairs." The girls
each took an arm and up she went.  They pushed and pulled and prodded until
Mindy fell on her face on one of the air mattresses we had littered all
over the upstairs room.  She cried out when she fell.

   I motioned the girls downstairs.  They disappeared.  I heard the music
go on downstairs.  I pulled the pillow case off her head.  Her hair was a
mess.  She looked like she wanted it.  I wanted to give it to her.  I cut
the zip-tie.  "Get up and walk around."

   She asked where she was.  "We do the asking here.  You do the answering.
And if you do a good job ?  We hire you.  Don't talk until you are spoked
to.  Understand ?"

   She was standing and getting the circulation back in her wrists, rubbing
them.  She nodded.  "Take off the shift." She did so without hesitation.  I
got a jolt to my crotch.  She had a really great body.  I pointed to an air
mattress with some bedding on it.  "That's yours.  That's your closet." She
picked up the shift and went over and opened the cardboard box that was her
closet.  The rest of her clothes were neatly folded in the box.

   "Do some exercises.  Stay up here and stay naked.  I'll be back." I
started down the stairs.  Mindy looked around the room and moved toward the
drapes.  "Stay away from the drapes, Mindy." I called to her from the
bottom.  Mindy sat and started streaching.  She wondered if his women were
here ?  Is this where he lived ?  Was he going to fuck her tonight ?  That
was about all she knew.  It was night.

   I let her have five minutes to herself and then climbed back upstairs. I
chained her to the wall and then left her with a blanket thrown over her.
"Sleep.  You'll need it in the coming days." I went down the stairs and
collapased on the couch.

   "What now, Willy ?" It was Erin asking.  Amanda was bagging weed, the
pile of baggies on the dining room table quite impressive.  I could see the
green Buffalo marks from across the room.

   "Not sure, babe.  Kind of depends on her.  I think she'll make a good
security spook.  She'll know the types we're interested in.  Talks the talk
and walks the walk, so to speak.  Yea, it may lead to the private banking
but it's a legit organization with a squeaky clean front man who has very
little connection to us publically.  Plus she's hot.  Fucks like Carol."

   Amanda looked up from her bagging.  "Now we're getting to the bottom
line.  It's about pussy, Erin.  Two hot, willing chicks who hang it out for
him and he wants more.  I'm hurt."

   I looked over at Amanda.  "I saw you look at her tits, Amanda.  Nice
try." We all laughed.

   I was smoking a bowl.  "Like to keep her isolated for a couple of weeks.
Run her through some interrogation.  Fuck with her a little both
figuratively and literally.  She is a very hot bitch, ladies."

   "Yummy, yummy." Amanda invoked while continuing to weigh and package
weed.

   *****

   Snake, Carlos and Casey were in Snake's office.  Yachtsman was on the
satellite phone and on speaker.  ".....off the deep end here.  Jail is the
last place Tamarack wants to be.  Having this woman on his payroll does
give him a more secure operation.  Just like he told Carlos, she knows what
to look for, how approaches are made, what kind of buys are made.  This is
valuable tactical information.  Anyway, she's not connected to you at all,
except through this private bank you have some money invested in, right ?
You know Tamarack is going to share this info with you for nothing, cause
you're selling his weed.  Which is making you lots and lots of money ! 
Right !?  Come on, guys.  This is almost a no-brainer !"

   The room was silent for a moment then Snake spoke, "Okay, I'll grant you
all that, Mike.  It just makes me feel a little uncomfortable knowing she's
out there."

   "Then watch her for a while.  I doubt Tamarack is going to turn her
loose without a leash of some kind.  Or some specific instructions.  Shit !
I don't know !  I've never dealt with spooks before." Yachtsman on rebutal.

   Almost immediately Carlos spoke, "Spook or not, next week I'm hooking up
Tamarack with some investors to maybe start some industrial strength weed
farms.  You two know the Carlino brothers." He looked over at Snake and
Casey.  "I'm talking hundreds and hundreds of pounds.  We're getting twenty
and so is Tamarack.  Look at the weed we're getting now.  I got people
who'll pay almost anything for it.  I've seen this guy operate.  We all
have.  In the bar the other night...The way he took out this guy half his
age and left with the girl was pretty amazing.  And he leaves us a grand
for the use of your office, Snake.  The kitchen staff said it was the first
time anyone sent down a "C" note tip.  This guy delivers.  I plan on going
ahead with this unless somebody here says no." Carlos hardly ever talked so
long.

   "And when were you going to tell us about this industrial weed farm,
Carlos ?" Snake asked.  You could hear the edge in his voice.

   "As soon as we got some plans together to brief the Carlinos.  They
agree to the specs that Tamarack's been working on for weeks now and then
we come to you for approval.  That's the way we've done it in the past. 
What's changed ?  Tamarack !?  He's making us a mint !"

   Yachtsman sided with Carlos.  Casey remained neutral.  Snake was wary.
There were a lot of advantages to having the weed grown here in the valley.
And like Yachtsman said, they weren't connected to her very closely.

   "Find out when Tamarack is letting her go and then put someone on her,
Carlos." Snake ordered.

   "Sure, boss."

   *****

   Mindy Weathers was sitting in a hard backed chair with her butt on the
edge of the seat.  Her hands were tied behind her with a zip-tie and she
was staring into a very bright light bulb focused right into her eyes.  She
couldn't escape it.  She'd rather be wearing that fucking pillow case.  She
was also naked.  She'd been here, like this for...She had no idea ?  She
slept chained to the wall with the pillow case on her head and when she was
awake, she sat in this chair in front of the light and they fired questions
at her for what seemed like hours.

   The older woman was with her now.  She could tell by the voice.  She
wondered if they put drugs in her food ?  They got her stoned every time
they woke her.  She was always high and hungry and very horny.  Being naked
didn't help.

   "Get up, bitch." Mindy stood.  The woman took her by the arm and led her
to a mattress.  "Lie down." She got to her knees and sprawled out on to the
mattress.  The woman chained her ankle to the wall, cut the zip-tie and
went down stairs.  The stereo went on.  Some sixties music.  Mindy rubbed
her wrists.  The zip-tie was never on tight enough to cut off circulation.
She was exhausted and fell asleep in just a few minutes.

   I was downstairs harvesting with Amanda when Erin finished with Mindy.
We'd been interrogating her for over a week now.  We'd also been harvesting
during that time and had ten bags of bud next door in the control room
waiting to go through the "ovens." There were a couple of bags by the door
and Erin started taking them across to the control room.

   When I saw Erin in the doorway I tapped Amanda on the shoulder and
called "knock it off." We both moved through the foilage toward the door.
Amanda went straight up stairs.  Erin and I followed in a few minutes after
I checked the batch curing in the "ovens."

   "Hey !  Willy, help me with the shower." Amanda called as I came
upstairs.  She was already naked.  I passed her on the way to the porch and
gave her tight butt a soft squeeze.  I put up the shower curtain and
stripped off my clothes.  I was first in but Amanda was close behind.  When
I left, Erin joined Amanda for a while.

   It was much later.  The stereo was on.  Erin was finishing up her
interrogation notes.  "So I don't think she's keeping shit from us.  Nor do
I think we're going to get much more.  She's given us the entire play book
for the other team.  Carlos is going to love that.  And her story about the
boat thing with Yachtsman was right on with what the Judge let you read in
the file.  Snake's going to love hearing that from the horse's mouth."

   "So tonight we give her the works, right Willy ?" Amanda was anxious to
have a piece of the middle-aged agent upstairs.  I was anxious to watch her
with Mindy.  And Erin always turns so perverted when we all get real fucked
up.  I was getting a woody just thinking about it.....

   .....Mindy Weathers was groggy when they woke her.  After several hits
of marijuana, they set her free and took her down stairs and into some kind
of shower stall.  The pillow case was yanked off her head and she was told
to wash herself and her hair.  When she was finished in the shower, the
pillowcase was put back over her head and she was led back upstairs.

   The room was dark.  There were several candles and oil lamps flickering.
Mindy was standing in the middle of the room with Erin on one side and
Amanda on the other side.  We were all naked.  Erin snatched the pillow
case from her head.  She blinked several times and it wasn't that bright.

   "Sit down, Mindy." She did and I continued right away.  The girls were
sitting on either side of her, both of their breasts taunt with excitement.
"A little initiation but you'll be on probation for a while." I shrugged my
shoulders and picked up the tube off the low table.  The bong was packed
and ready to go.  I started it and passed it to Mindy.  She took a rip. 
Amanda produced some soft drinks and snacks.

   Chapter Seventy-eight

   Mindy Weathers had never been this stoned.  She was like cemented to the
ground.  It took all three of them to move her to the sink in the kitchen.
The old man and his wife held her while the teenager shaved her pussy bare.
After they cleaned up the mess, they started taking turns eating her.  She
was in the shower again with two of them, their hands all over her.

   They fixed dinner in the nude and ate in the nude and she was desert. 
She remembered laying upstairs on a plastic sheet watching them pour warm
chocolate sauce over her tits and then top them with some whipped cream. 
Her pussy was next and she was out of her mind as they worked on her cunt
and asshole with their tongues, lips and fingers.  Mindy Weathers was
stoned on lust.

   She was in the shower again, alone this time.  Buffalo was sitting out
on the porch after telling her to wash all the chocolate and whipped cream
off.  He watched her dry off.

   "Where are we ?" She asked.  Her hair was still more than damp as she
rubbed the towel through it.  Her tits were giggling back and forth.  She
knew it was turning him on.

   "A lake in northern Arizona.  One of my farms.  You and I are picking
tomorrow.  Time for you to be earning your keep." She came over and sat on
my lap.  The girls were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner and desert.
They joined us and then it was more showers until we ran out of hot water
and then it was a free for all.

   They were upstairs again and everyone was still naked.  It was well
after midnight but she sensed that they were going to use her again. 
Instead of sitting she crawled to Buffalo's groin and started sucking his
cock.  Amanda was on her in seconds, running her hand from Mindy's heavy
breasts to her shaved cunt.  She quickly poked a finger into her.

   I could hear Mindy moaning around my cock.  Erin was just watching.  I
motioned her over and soon had Mindy eating my wife.  Amanda continued to
finger and eat her pussy.  Erin pushed away and slipped on the strap-on. 
The fucking began.  Mindy loved the rubber dick that stayed hard for hours.
Blow jobs were okay with me and I got plenty from the ex-D.E.A.  Agent and
it's all on film.  Just in case; like you never know, man !?

   Mindy Weathers woke with a start.  It was dark but she could see that
she was alone.  She needed to pee.  She walked to the stairs and looked
down.  She could hear them over the T.V.  sound.  She went back and dressed
in some jeans and "T" shirt.  Her tits bounced too much so she took off the
"T" shirt and put on a bra.  When she finished dressing, she spiraled down
the stair case.

   Erin was the first one to see her and called out, "How you feeling, hot
pants ?" They all turned to face her.  She remembered watching them take
turns on her upraised butt, one after the other, dribbling oil on her
asshole and then fucking her butt.  The cocks were endless and she
remembered screaming out orgasm after orgasm.

   They were around her.  She was led to the table.  Buffalo was cooking
some eggs, bacon and some other shit with cheese, the teenager told her. 
She went on to tell her that she was picking cotton today !  "About a day's
harvest left, right Buffalo ?" They all laughed except Mindy.

   She ate ravenously and after helping with the dishes went upstairs to
change into a long sleaved shirt.  Buffalo took her down stairs.  She used
the toilet.  He was waiting for her in hall.  She noticed the pipes running
up and down the hall and into the rooms with doors on them.  She followed
him into the open room.  There were bags and bags of weed stacked up
against the wall.  She could smell the skunky oder of pot and knew
immediately that this was quality weed.

   He showed her his clone room.  There were six card tables set up with an
irrigation system feeding the dozens of plants on each table with lights
hanging just inches above the green.  She was impressed.  She'd been to
some grow houses before, busted one once.  This was professional but the
weed in the drying contraption wasn't grown in here.

   I took her to grow room number one.  Amanda had taken it over as I was
having a hard time keeping up with the planned expansion and then there was
Mindy.  She sucked in her breath when she saw the sea of green that covered
the room about four feet above the floor.  Underneath the sea of green was
trimmed clean with crawl ways to tend to individual plants and poke leaves
up through the netting that covered the room from corner to corner.

   The brightness made her cover her eyes.  She backed out of the doorway.
I closed the door.  "They come off the card tables into the bright blue
light, twenty-four hours a day, for four to six weeks." I opened the other
door and the redish light of flowering poured out into the hallway.  "Then
I change the lights, go to twelve on and twelve off and this is what you
get."

   Most of the plants were already picked clean with just leaf remaining
but the far corners had several plants that hadn't been harvested yet.  I
suited her up and off we went.  It's not that hard.  Most of the buds are
about the size of an arm, razor'em right off and into the bag they go.  We
finished in less than half a day.  Tomorrow she'd learn how to clean and
flush the system before another crop would be planted from the card tables.

   *****

   It was sunny and mild in San Diego; just about four or so hours from Las
Vegas.  Estaban Rodriquez put down the phone.  He didn't want to make the
trip but everyone was talking about this new weed in 'Vegas.  There were
three baggies of weed on the coffee table.  All of them an eighth of an
ounce.  All of them had a red buffalo stamped on them.

   His people in 'Vegas had sent them.  They told him it was all over the
"Strip." It's been spotted in all the hotels and is going for a hundred and
fifty a baggie.  That was way beyond what they could get with their Sinaloa
brand.  The thought crossed his mind that Tamarack was growing it.  He'd
talked to people who had visited his farms and smoked his weed.  It was
much better than theirs even way back then.  And all that packaging he did
and cutting off the bud...Too much trouble.  They just pressed it up and
sent it north in bales.  Let the fuckers up north package the shit !

   *****

   It was pitch black out on the lake with a nice breeze out of the
south-west, about six to eight knots.  The sail boat was almost invisible
as it skimmed along the surface of the water.  It was heading almost
directly down wind.

   If you got close enough you would have found two men smoking a pipe
while they sailed along.  From shore you would be lucky to find the boat in
the darkness, that is until they lit the pipe again.

   "You're sure of this !?" I knew he wasn't convinced.

   "Yea, I'm sure, Snake.  Erin and I are taking her into town next week
and setting her up with a place to live.  I plan on having Carlos interview
her shortly after that.  I'm telling you this is a gold mine, Snake."

   I could tell he was still uneasy with my plans.  Carlos would have to
convince him.  That and the amount of weed I'd produce if Carlos' plan went
through.  That meeting was tomorrow.  I wanted to get Mindy Weathers out of
the way before I started building farms capable of producing hundreds of
pounds of marijuana a month if I planned it all out right.

   I took the tiller and brought the boat around, heading back toward the
"Hacienda." We stayed silent, just smoking weed on the way back.  It was
much more work, tacking back and forth across the lake.  Snake tied up
while I brought the sails down.

   We were both pretty stoned but had a couple of Jacks anyway.  I didn't
leave until almost two.  Snake still didn't feel any better about Mindy
Weathers.

   *****

   The technician looked at the hard drive scan again.  The encryption was
starting to fall off.  Words were starting to appear.  He looked at the tag
again.  It was from the laptop of the D.E.A.  agent who was shot out in Las
Vegas.  He noted the contact number and walked over to his desk.  He dialed
the number and told them that the hard drive was decrypted.

   It was three days before someone came by to pick up the hard drive.  And
another week before D.E.A.  Agent Walker Wilson reviewed the tag and the
accompaning report.  There were two other agents mentioned in the report.
The personnel computer showed that one was retired and the other had just
been RIF'd due to budget constraints.

   Walker looked back at the transcript of the encrypted file.  It detailed
an investigation that spanned more than twenty years.  Some of the files
looked official and even had control numbers.  His scan of the files
section showed those control numbers were no longer "valid." Meaning they'd
been deleted.

   Walker Wilson knew Wayne Montana personally and by reputation.  He had a
pretty good record and Walker had worked under his lead on several
operations.  One of those operations, in particular, was kind of personal
with Walker Wilson.  It was chasing this coke pilot who eluded a whole
bunch of very motivated law enforcement officers with dogs on about a
twenty mile forced march.  The doper escaped.  Walker was one of the
hunters and it was the first time he worked with Wayne Montana.  Wayne's
finger prints were all over these encrypted files and all of them mentioned
a single guy, Willy Tamarack.  Wayne's last notes mentioned that Tamarack
was confirmed in the Las Vegas area and then just days later Wayne loses
his life in a shoot out at a shopping mall - in 'Vegas !

   Walker Wilson was sure that Willy Tamarack was still out there.  He
transfered the files to his laptop and then put the hard drive into his
pocket.  That hard drive ended up in a dumpster way out in Virginia some
where.  It had been cleaned and wiped.  Nothing was left.

   Walker called Anderson Davies' number when he got home from Virginia. 
It rang more than several times before Davies picked up.  He was drunk. 
Walker could tell.  They talked for just a few minutes before Walker
realized that this was the reason he was retired.  He called the woman's
number and found that it had been disconnected.  He made a note to find the
woman.

   *****

   I walked into the bar.  Carlos was at the end of the bar, talking with
the bartender.  I approached them.  Carlos told the guy to pour me a Jack
on the rocks.  The bartender left us.

   "I believe that the Carlino brothers are going to try to impress us with
their security.  Be prepared.  We meet them on site in an hour and a half."
Carlos tossed back a shot of tequilla.

   "Where is the place ?" I asked as we got into Carlos' 'Vette forty
minutes later.  I wasn't too excited about having to drive to hell and gone
to grow.

   "Out in Henderson.  The old industrial area.  The Carlinos had big plans
with light industry.  It's near the railroad.  They thought it would be a
gold mine."

   "This will be a gold mine, Carlos." We drove in silence.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Twenty-seven
   "Growing" 

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