Another Complication

“Always mystify, mislead and

surprise the enemy if possible.”
-Thomas J. Jackson

I was amazed by the total wall we hit in all directions.

Hugo’s people seemed the most promising, but they had to say they would get back to us. There was no actual direct info out there.

Malvito wasn’t listed in any area we could find. He wasn’t listed in “Who’s Who” (or any of the other versions of that listing) or any phone listing on the books.

Rayleen had a high school boyfriend who is high up in the phone company, and he was more than happy to have their computers cross-check for the name. The payment was that she had to go out with him some time when he was back in town. Hugo volunteered to be her driver for that date, and I did not envy the poor schlub when that meeting took place. Hugo would not allow it to be an overly joyous reunion. The look on his face made Rayleen hide her smile from him, but I saw it.

I had some police friends calling the F.B.I. and Interpol for me, but they wouldn’t have anything for at least the rest of the day. I wondered if the phone company would like to sell some of their computers to law enforcement. They could be used.

Rayleen also informed me that we had a message from Mr. Gaspion, saying he would send a phone number to get in touch with him about hiring us in regards to “A certain investigation that we would wish you to undertake.”

I wondered why he would send another message about sending us a message. Some people really like to insure the point getting across it seems.

At about 6pm a delivery man arrived at our offices and had another package for us.

We listened closely and found nothing ticking. We called the police and found we had nobody locally that was considered a bomb expert.

It came to my mind to call the local Air Force base and found an old buddy who then called his friend who had been on a bomb disposal unit in Viet Nam.

His name was Jeff Kruegar, and he said he could be there in 2 hours, if we staked him to a good dinner and drinks at a higher end steakhouse. It did not seem that he took the threat as seriously as we did, but we didn’t feel like stressing the point.

The wait for Kruegar was one of the longest two hours I can ever remember.

He came in, and I grew concerned. There was beer on his breath. I understand that you wouldn’t feel as much like doing this job if you were sober. But I would have rather given the job to someone who was.

Jeff was a good guy and saw our complete terror and didn’t goof on us. He played straight and carefully snipped the string around the paper package.

He let loose a solid stream of chatter that took our minds off the danger and let us know what he was doing. He opened the wrapping and pulled it back off the plain white box.

He checked the tape that held the box closed and saw nothing that would trip an explosion by its removal.

He cut the tape and pulled the top off the box. His face showed total surprise at the contents as he handed it to me.

Inside there was a simple slip of blue paper. On that paper was typed a local phone number and the words, “Ask for Marcel.”

It was the communication from M. Gaspion that we were supposed to be waiting for.

Jeff wasn’t the only one who wanted a steak and some drinks.

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The Ilium Obligation (A Matt Savage Adventure) Chapter 9 (Reply)

Another Complication

“Always mystify, mislead and

surprise the enemy if possible.”
-Thomas J. Jackson

I was amazed by the total wall we hit in all directions.

Hugo’s people seemed the most promising, but they had to say they would get back to us. There was no actual direct info out there.

Malvito wasn’t listed in any area we could find. He wasn’t listed in “Who’s Who” (or any of the other versions of that listing) or any phone listing on the books.

I had some police friends calling the F.B.I. and Interpol for me, but they wouldn’t have anything for at least the rest of the day. I wondered if the phone company would like to sell some of their computers to law enforcement. They could be used.

Rayleen also informed me that we had a message from Mr. Gaspion, saying he would send a phone number to get in touch with him about hiring us in regards to “A certain investigation that we would wish you to undertake.”

I wondered why he would send another message about sending us a message. Some people really like to insure the point getting across it seems.

At about 6pm a delivery man arrived at our offices and had another package for us.

We listened closely and found nothing ticking. We called the police and found we had nobody locally that was considered a bomb expert.

It came to my mind to call the local Air Force base and found an old buddy who then called his friend who had been on a bomb disposal unit in Viet Nam.

His name was Jeff Kruegar, and he said he could be there in 2 hours, if we staked him to a good dinner and drinks at a higher end steakhouse. It did not seem that he took the threat as seriously as we did, but we didn’t feel like stressing the point.

The wait for Kruegar was one of the longest two hours I can ever remember.

He came in, and I grew concerned. There was beer on his breath. I understand that you wouldn’t feel as much like doing this job if you were sober. But I would have rather given the job to someone who was.

Jeff was a good guy and saw our complete terror and didn’t goof on us. He played straight and carefully snipped the string around the paper package.

He let loose a solid stream of chatter that took our minds off the danger and let us know what he was doing. He opened the wrapping and pulled it back off the plain white box.

He checked the tape that held the box closed and saw nothing that would trip an explosion by its removal.

He cut the tape and pulled the top off the box. His face showed total surprise at the contents as he handed it to me.

Inside there was a simple slip of blue paper. On that paper was typed a local phone number and the words, “Ask for Marcel.”

It was the communication from M. Gaspion that we were supposed to be waiting for.

Jeff wasn’t the only one who wanted a steak and some drinks.

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The Ilium Obligation (A Matt Savage Adventure) Chapter 9 (Reply)

Another Complication

“Always mystify, mislead and

surprise the enemy if possible.” -Thomas J. Jackson

I was amazed by the total wall we hit in all directions.

Hugo’s people seemed the most promising, but they had to say they would get back to us. There was no actual direct info out there.

Malvito wasn’t listed in any area we could find. He wasn’t listed in “Who’s Who” (or any of the other versions of that listing) or any phone listing on the books.

I had some police friends calling the F.B.I. and Interpol for me, but they wouldn’t have anything for at least the rest of the day. I wondered if the phone company would like to sell some of their computers to law enforcement. They could be used.

Rayleen also informed me that we had a message from Mr. Gaspion, saying he would send a phone number to get in touch with him about hiring us in regards to “A certain investigation that we would wish you to undertake.”

I wondered why he would send another message about sending us a message. Some people really like to insure the point getting across it seems.

At about 6pm a delivery man arrived at our offices and had another package for us.

We listened closely and found nothing ticking. We called the police and found we had nobody locally that was considered a bomb expert.

It came to my mind to call the local Air Force base and found an old buddy who then called his friend who had been on a bomb disposal unit in Viet Nam.

His name was Jeff Kruegar, and he said he could be there in 2 hours, if we staked him to a good dinner and drinks at a higher end steakhouse. It did not seem that he took the threat as seriously as we did, but we didn’t feel like stressing the point.

The wait for Kruegar was one of the longest two hours I can ever remember.

He came in, and I grew concerned. There was beer on his breath. I understand that you wouldn’t feel as much like doing this job if you were sober. But I would have rather given the job to someone who was.

Jeff was a good guy and saw our complete terror and didn’t goof on us. He played straight and carefully snipped the string around the paper package.

He let loose a solid stream of chatter that took our minds off the danger and let us know what he was doing. He opened the wrapping and pulled it back off the plain white box.

He checked the tape that held the box closed and saw nothing that would trip an explosion by its removal.

He cut the tape and pulled the top off the box. His face showed total surprise at the contents as he handed it to me.

Inside there was a simple slip of blue paper. On that paper was typed a local phone number and the words, “Ask for Marcel.”

It was the communication from M. Gaspion that we were supposed to be waiting for.

Jeff wasn’t the only one who wanted a steak and some drinks.

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surprise the enemy if possible.”
-Thomas J. Jackson