"Great 21st Century Novel"

241. Oh KEN! thank heavens you made it! Miguel was just about to go back for you. we have a car waiting across the street. we have to get into disguise. Kervey can spot us from his car and by now he'll know that we left by another route. the streets were filled with sirens two blocks away.

242. Despite the surroundings, to Ken, the precocious little Miguel had an aristocratic aire about him. Ken sensed a sympathy in the boy. A regal or priestly regard for the lot and life of pawns.

"Who is Kervey?" Ken asked.

243. Sheila had to think fast. How could she possibly have known that it was Kervey outside waiting in the car with a rifle? She quickly reverted back to resource #1. The male one-track derailer. "oh, ken, darling. (sighs, longing look in his eyes, touches cheek, helpless doe-eye look, pleading for support, move close, close enough to share a breath) darling, i have so much to tell you. i spotted him on the way to the ladies room. he's . . he's . . . .he's dangerous (trouble getting the word out) ken! i believe he's a murderer, and he is after me! i know it sounds crazy, but it's our only hope to escape now. miguel is helping us. we can dress like a family, locals, and walk casually to the old rusty chevy impala over there (pointing, but also, turning and allowing body to gently make contact in just the right places, a hand below, gently touching by accident) and ken's mind, of course, goes blank and wonders how many miles are on the chevy impala and if it's had an oil change in the last 3000 miles.

244. Ken's number one weakness overtook him, and urged by her femine pursuasions and unable to overcome millions of years of evolutionary masculine traits he agreed. But unknowingly, his training caused him to reflexively finger his still concealed trusty M1911A1 Colt 45 for assurance. "Certainly Sweetest", Ken replied blankly as he drank in the scent of her perfume.

245. they all quickly changed into tourists, sheila with four layers of clothes to look 60 lbs heavier and ken with an olympus camera around his neck and with a brat in tow they sauntered lazily to the impala and got in, ken driving, of course, his finger on the trigger, the safety off. miguel sat next to mommy and put his head on her shoulder for comfort, cuddling so sweetlty, feeling her warmth. ken looked and wondered "is this kid really only 9?"

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245. they all quickly changed into tourists, sheila with four layers of clothes to look 60 lbs heavier and ken with an olympus camera around his neck and with a brat in tow they sauntered lazily to the impala and got in, ken driving, of course, his finger on the trigger, the safety off. miguel sat next to mommy and put his head on her shoulder for comfort, cuddling so sweetlty, feeling her warmth. ken looked and wondered "is this kid really only 9?"

247. Ken came around from the blow to the head rather quickly. In fact he wasn't even really knocked out. He watched the heavily disguised Sheila and the "9 year old" exit the vehicle. He knew that the big engined Impala could go a long way without any oil before the engine would seize... just one reason police departments found them favorable vehicles everywhere. But Ken wouldn't need to go far. He drove the car two blocks further in the opposite direction of the sirens, and turned right for a block, then he continued another block and turned right again and went two more blocks. This classic tactic put him back just a short walk away from where he started.

248. Ken, still wearing the disguise provided by Miguel and Shiela, parked and left the car, but took the car keys and his pack. He walked back toward the flickering neon lights and the scene near the Cantina. "They really should fix that sign", Ken thought with a smile, "No place for nine year olds!"

Coming from the opposite direction, he easily approached Kervey's car without being detected. He climbed in the back passenger side door, placed the hard steel of the 45 automatic concealed with a tourist map to the base of the drivers head, and with an interrogatively rising intonement quipped, "Kervey? I presume."

Then more seriously, in his characteristic commanding tone...

"Drive...!!!"

249. miguel and sheila were making their way through the market when miguel led them through an unlocked outer couryard gate and rang at the inner iron gate. "this is my abuelita's home," he said. we can visit here for a time. we will say that you are taking care of me for the evening and felt a little ill for some reason after dinner. they will think you need to use their . .their . . . um . .sheila nodded "yes" she understood. a handsome elderly man opened the door with a smile, "hola"

250 Sheila said " No my name is Sheila not Hola" Miguel smiled, the smile of a young boy who thought, "You'd think that a woman, living in a country with such a large Hispanic population would have the rudimentary knowledge of the lanuage but wait she is afterall.......a woman and hot at that." As she stepped into the vestibule she'd already pushed the speedial number for Fritz. "Damn" she said, as his answering machine came on. Instead of leaving a message she thought this news needed to be delivered directly so she asked him to call her back as soon as he was "able".In the meantime she asked Miguel to direct her to the washroom. He pointed to the back door. She looked at him questiongly and he pointed out that the washroom was in fact an outhouse. She couldn't believe that there were still places that didn't have indoor plumbing. She grabbed the Sears catalogue that was sitting on the little table by the door and made her way to the "crescent mooned" bulding.

251. Kervey, shaking, did as he was instructed. Ken further directed him to keep both hands glued to the wheel and eyes caged forward or die. Ken deflected the rear view mirror to an angle that made it useless for Kervey and took the rifle and blanket that was laying at the ready in the front seat and moved it to the back placing it in such away that the barrel pointed into the drivers seatback... Ken also noticed a small bundle of stationary.

251. Kervey and Ken came to an understanding. The real target was Sheila. They would agree on a plan to trap her. Kervey then mentioned that Lizzy, er, Elizabeth, the Queen, would be landing on the red eye in the morning and would very much want to be in on the attack. Ken was curious that the menial insignificant Kervey could have become such a strong player in this life or death struggle. Did the Queen Knight him? Was he promoted? Who is pulling the strings?

253. Kervey drove on, following the occasional commands Ken calmly barked. Ken had moved the bundle of letters to the rear, fastened his seatbelt, and began scanning through the letters as he kept one eye on Kervey. There were many interesting things in the letters, but one thing stood out to Ken. It was a number 2378975. He recognized it as the company GID of a stale account. The same number that Kervey couldn't figure out due to Sheila's so called dyslexia. There was nothing dyslexic about that number. Later Ken would have to enter it into his RHP computer to check out the details.

"Who are you Kervey?", Ken asked sternly, "And where did you get these letters?" pressing the 45 harder into the back of the drivers head.

252. Geppetto, AKA Fritz, overheard the conversation going on in Kervey's car (Kervey had left his cell phone on.). He fummed at what he was hearing how could all of "his" choices be such backstabbing turncoats, was there no one with any scruples? It was then and there that he decided that he'd have to call in "The Big Kahunna", " The Eliminator", the one and only person he knew ,with all certainty, that he could trust to carry out his every request....yes he'd call.........

253. Viktor, exile from latvia, answered his cell. It was Fritz with an assignment. A clean up assignment. Viktor was to begin making arrangements immediately. Expenses were not to be spared. The only acceptable outcome would be the assassination of the Black King. Viktor packed his valise drove to General Aviation to board the private jet to Guatemala. He would arrive at nearly the same time as Elizabeth, not that she or any other woman mattered to him.