That was about a month ago. Jake and his supplier were quietly finding dealers across the southwest. They found that people with ADHD became addicted to the drug almost on the first pill while others found the pill sharpened how they saw the world as the pill became known by 4K. Some of the clients would turn violent, and a few of them committed suicide. The company was turning a profit on a drug they thought they had destroyed. As soon as they saw the money to be made, they started to manufacture the drug out of the country, and instead of pharmacies, they turned to dealers. Jake’s cousin worked in construction and was also someone that could be trusted to help move the drug from state to state. Neither men knew they were being watched by a camera that was recording them plotting. Jake was nearly a millionaire with his part of the deal, and he used much of that cash to help his family turn the illegal moonshine operation to a legal one. He also was paying for the cancer treatment for his mother and his father’s hip surgery.
Jake didn’t smoke, and he only drank when he was required to when meeting people at bars and when he could his drinks were non-alcoholic. Breaking the law was a part of his life from birth going all the way back to his family that joined the whiskey rebellion and later trying to create their own country when Mississippi split from the union during the civil war. He was taught not to trust anyone in charge from the police to the politicians. This suspicious nature made him aware of what was going on around him and to know what a tail looks like. He spotted a tan truck following him as he left the motel and went to a diner about a mile away. He watched the woman behind the wheel making notes in his head, “young, white, fuckable, lever action rifle on the back window of the truck maybe 45-70 government and two web cameras on the dash.” He said to himself, “you’re not the police or any of the letter agencies. Who are you and should I take care of you?”
Jill said out loud, “Ok this guy clearly knows I’m here, now what?” Wendy said back over the radio, “just make sure he can see you follow him without getting too close.” Jill snapped back, “yeah, I know. I’m not stupid.” Zoey chimed in saying, “that’s debatable.” Jill replied, “oh you want to go because I’ll throw it down with you any time any place.” Wendy in a flat commanding tone said, “knock it off and focus on what we are doing.” Jake started his car and pulled away. Jill followed him making sure he could see her while Wendy followed from a distance using a series of cameras set up on some parked cars positioned across town. About halfway to the construction site Wendy told Jill to make a wrong right so he can think he lost her. He turned left then right down an alley while Jill passed the alley he went down shaking her head sarcastically saying, “oh wow what a maneuver I just somehow lost this master of the craft.” Jake drove to a diner near the site and went inside. Just outside were two dark gray sedans with Virginia plates. Wendy called out over the radio, “something’s wrong, leave now.”
An hour after fleeing the port Jorge and Hector were on their way out into the open water. Hector shut the motor off and turned to Jorge. He leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. Jorge didn’t know what to do at first. He just met this man, and for some reason, the police just tried to kill them both. Hector pulled back and asked, “did I misjudge?” Jorge looked him down then he pulled off his shirt and pulled Hector close kissing him deeply. The two stumbled back then through the hatch and down the stairs. Jorge let the past go as he let this strange man pull his shorts down then take the rest of his clothes off. They rolled onto the bunk. Something felt off about the mattress to Jorge. He could feel the length of this man against his leg his hands as they worked their way down. Jorge looked away from Hector and saw a small white vacuum formed brick just below the other bunk. It was clear what it was and why this man was so eager to get out of Mexico. Jorge looked at the man then back to the drug and then back to the man. He had a decision to make. Let this go or risk being stranded out at sea.
A half an hour later both men were on deck as Hector showed Jorge how to make a simple slipknot. Hector had the mainsail set, and the boat was moving slowly in the water with light winds. Both men were still naked. Another sailboat passed by within about three-hundred feet of them. A man and woman on the deck of the boat waved. The woman was topless, and Hector was sure he heard a whistle when they came close enough to the other boat, and the two people could see they were naked. Jorge kept staring at the hatch and the drugs. The wind picked up, and the boat shifted as it sped up. With every mile, they moved away from Mexico and on their way to Hawaii along with the pounds of heroin in the hold. The wind slowed down slowing the boat. Jorge put on a pair of shorts and pulled his Glock putting it under his shirt. Jorge looked at Hector who looked back at him then down to the shirt. Hector said, “don’t worry about the stuff below. It’s good money, and no one gets hurt.” Jorge said, “wrong, it hurts everyone.” Jorge pulled the gun and shot Hector in the head. He pushed the body out into the water along with the heroin. When enough time and distance past he called out for help on the radio.