Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Jean-Pierre frowned. “Which means that Black Axe has a heavy presence here?”
David nodded. “I’m sure they know we are here.”
I moved my view up to the windows, making sure nobody was by one and pointing a gun at us.
As if David caught that, he turned my way. “The Brotherhood’s snipers are on the roofs. Even more are throughout these empty buildings and on guard.”
“Then, this will be easy-peasy.” Maxwell rubbed his hands. “A quick nab and grab.”
“Not so quick.” David directed his attention to Maxwell. “Misha explained that once Russia faced the missile in Nigeria’s direction, Ufuoma went silent. Her phone and laptops are off, possibly even damaged. No credit cards have been used. For the past hour, her voice or even mention of her name has not come on any communication in this area.”
Maxwell shrugged. “Smart on her part.”
“It is.” Jean-Pierre nodded. “We probably should have counted on that.”
Maxwell leaned his head to the side. “Then, what’s the plan?”
“We need some people to check her place. If she is not there, then wait. She may return.”
The Butcher raised one finger. “We will take on that job.”
“I will send the location.” David turned to us. “The marina that the twins and Fara were spotted at is only three blocks from her place. Ufuoma has a yacht there as well as her mother. Several guards are already on the vessels, patrolling with AK-47s.”
“Yo.” Maxwell rubbed his chin. “I bet Fela saw the missile move, and realized that he should get his wife and daughter out of the area.”
“I am thinking the same thing.” David pointed his way. “That is why I think you should be near the Marina. There is a hotel on the same side with a perfect view of their vessels. It has a bar.”
“Blue, Boris, and I can hang at the bar, looking like tourists and shit. Lots of people of color are around here, right?”
David nodded. “Nigerians, Gambians, Eritreans, and Guineans represent the largest number of African migrants in this area.”
Maxwell asked, “Many work with Black Axe?”
“Not that many in this area. Black Axe keeps their business operations in other places.”
“Alright. I see.” Maxwell lowered his hand. “Ufuoma didn’t want to shit where she ate.”
The Butcher twisted his face in disgust.
David pulled out his phone. “I will be in contact with everyone. Keep me updated. If you see Ufuoma, Fara, or the twins, let me know. I will send an army that way.”
“Hells yes. Come on Team Sexy.” Maxwell winked at Boris and me. “We’re heading to the bar.”
Team Sexy?
Chapter 44
Team Sexy
Blue
Maxwell drove us to the hotel.
It was less than five minutes away.
He parked us on the hotel’s side, sandwiching us between a yellow sedan and an old black jeep. “Alright, Team Sexy.”
The hotel was a shabby peach-colored building.
I scanned the area.
The sun was out, the sky was blue, and the air smelled like cut grass. A couple of kids kicked around a football on the opposite side of the parking lot.
The marina resided on the left full of yachts and other vessels. The marina was a strip of white, barnacle-covered docks jutting over shimmering blue water. A canopy of tall, thin pine trees hugged the shore, like guardians against wind and rain. The waterline was tranquil, except for the wake of the occasional speed boat or jet ski. Further down was another series of docks and piers, bait shops and boat rentals.
I returned my view to the luxury yachts. There were seven of them. The enormous yachts appeared modern, white and elegant. Each had dark tinted windows and two or three decks. Their polished exteriors reflected the ocean and the sun. Each had a name, but they were written in foreign languages.
“Check the third yacht on the left.” Maxwell tapped his window. “You see the brothers with the Ak-47s?”
I caught two brown-skinned men on that yacht, talking to each other. They kept their Ak-47s at their sides. One smoked a cigarette. The other laughed.
I bobbed my head. “I see them.”
“That must be Fara’s or Ufuoma’s yacht.”
“There are men on the smaller yacht to the left,” Boris said. “They quickly walked by like they were patrolling but I think I spotted a gun.”
I looked at that one. “Maybe, that’s Ufuoma’s yacht since it is smaller. Perhaps, her mother would have the bigger one.”
“I don’t know.” Maxwell shrugged. “Ufuoma is making moves for her father. She might have the bigger yacht to ship guns and drugs. That’s how I would do it if my daughter were in the life.”
I blinked. “Would you let your daughter be in this life?”
“Never. Too much blood and violence.” Maxwell pocketed his keys, reached in the back, and grabbed one of the many fedoras next to Boris. “If I have a little girl, she’s going to do fancy shit. Be a ballerina or something like Misha’s chick.”