The characters belong to JE. Only Allie Jo, Addison Rose, Maria, and Javier belong to me. I receive nothing from this, but it sure is fun.
Once again, instead of translating everything into Spanish, I will type it in italics.
Chapter 7
Javier's POV
It's been three weeks! Three weeks and I still do not know where my son is! If my father's men would have kept Maria alive, we could have tortured her until she told me where my son is.
Juan had posed as a patient at the free clinic the day my son disappeared. We had hoped that he would still be at the clinic. The only information that Juan came back with was the name of the nurse that found the baby, Consuela Alvarez.
After looking into Consuela's background, I learned that she came from an extremely poor family. Being the oldest of six children, she worked her way through nursing school. Recently, her youngest brother, who is still a teenager, was diagnosed with leukemia. The family has no insurance and no money to pay for treatments. I often find that in desperate situations people are much quicker to tell you what you need for the right price. Right now Consuela is desperate for money to help her brother, so I knew that it would be easy to buy her.
I decided to send Alberto to her home to offer a large sum of money to aide in her brother's cancer treatment. Within minutes I had physical description of the American woman, the two teenagers, and the three bodyguards. Consuela also confirmed that the family and bodyguards left the clinic with the baby. She has not seen any of them since that day.
I decided that the Americans must have taken my son to a local orphanage, knowing that there was no way that they could have left the country with him. It would take weeks to get all the necessary paperwork together to take him back to the United States with them. I sent Alberto and Juan to search the local orphanages. When they didn't find my son at the local orphanages, I had them check the nearby cities. They found no sign of my son at any of the locations.
I also sent two men to watch Maria's family, but that ended up to be pointless. Maria's parents, Alejandro and Sofia, were convinced that the baby was also dead. There were rumors that the child's body was found, abandoned in an alley. I sent Juan to pay off the funeral director, who confirmed that the child's casket was empty. There was a double funeral for Maria and the baby, burying the empty casket next to Maria's grave. My men watched Maria family for a few more days after the funeral, before I was convinced that they truly believed the child was dead. I, however, know that my child is very much alive.
I am currently sitting behind the desk in the study of my family's compound, contemplating my next ste, when I hear a knock on the door.
"Mr. Rivera?" Alberto says as he enters the room. "There is no evidence of the child anywhere in Colombia. We have checked into Maria's family, her friends, even her co-workers. Maybe her family is right about his fate. Maybe the child is dead."
Anger overtakes me as I throw the glass of Brandy that I had been drinking across the room. The glass shatters against the wall on impact.
"That is not acceptable, Alberto. He has to still be in Colombia. It would be impossible for anyone, even with connections, to gather the necessary paperwork for a child to leave the country so quickly." I growl.
"Maybe we should check into the family from the United States. We may be able to determine where they took the child." Alberto suggests.
"I'll make a call to Christian Gomez, at the hotel. I'm sure he can be convinced to share information on the family. There is the chance that the family has enough money to cut through the red tape so they could leave the country with the child. If my son was taken out of Colombia, he would most likely be with the family. Now go, I have phone calls to make." I order.
Alberto nods and quickly leaves. I pick up the phone and quickly dial Gomez.
"This is Christian Gomez. How may I help you?"
"Gomez."
"Mr. Rivera, how are you on this beautiful day. Have you found your missing son?" Gomez says with false cheer in his voice.
"I need information."
"What kind of information are you in need of, my friend?" He asks.
"Let's get this straight, Gomez. We are not friends. What we have is a business arrangement. Because of your habitats, you need money. I need information on the American family we spoke of a few weeks ago. You give me the information I need and I will help you with the money that you so desperately need."
"Yes, I remember the American family, the Sanderson family. How valuable is this information?"
"I'll offer you the same deal as before. If the information helps me find my son, I will double the amount."
"What kind of information are you in search of?" Gomez asks eagerly.
"I want everything that you have from the Sanderson's stay at the hotel. I need everything from the first names to credit card information and home address."
I can hear Gomez typing on his office computer. "Here it is. The woman's name is Rebecca Sanderson. According to the credit card information, her husband's name is Roger. There were two teenagers with Mrs. Sanderson, one boy and one girl. I think that the front desk clerk mentioned that they were twins. I don't have names for the teenagers. I do remember Mrs. Sanderson mentioning that they are from New York. I'll text you their credit card information." Within seconds I receive the credit card information. An American Express Black Card, this family has money.
"Do you have an address, other than just New York.?" I ask.
"The only address I have is for Sanderson Enterprises, which is also located in New York."
"I thought that you said a few weeks ago that they were from Miami?"
"The bodyguards were from Miami. The family is from New York." Gomez explains.
"Why would a family from New York hire a security company from Miami? Wouldn't it be easier to hire a security firm from New York?"
"The bodyguards are with a security company called Rangeman. They are known for being the best of the best when it comes to personal security. The company is known for paying attention to details. Is there anything else you need?"
"Not at this time. I may require your services later on. Expect a delivery from one of my father's men by in the morning." I abruptly end the phone call.
I need to secure false identification for Alberto and Juan to enter the United States so my next call is to a man that my family has worked with for years. I've never actually met this person but he was a trusted associate of my uncle's before my uncle was murdered a few years ago. This man picks up the phone on the first ring.
"This is Javier Rivera. I need new identification for Juan and Alberto to enter the United States. I want passports and two other forms of identification for each of them. I trust that you still have their photos on file."
"I still have the photos. When do you need this by?"
"I need it by the morning." I answer.
"The price doubles for rush jobs."
"I don't care. Just get me what I need."
"Anything else?"
"Yes, I also want passports and documentation for children. I need about two or three different ones, all for children under the age of one."
"Colombian?"
"Of course." I answer.
"Male of female?"
I think for a moment. "Both. I don't have pictures for the child will that be a problem?"
"Children at that age change so much as they grow. I'll make a couple of different options for you. You can decide which one to use later. I'll have one of my men deliver the identifications to the café next to the farmer's market on the other side of the city. He will be there by six a.m., wearing a blue t-shirt and a white baseball cap."
"I'll send someone with the money." I say as I hang up.
I walk over to the intercom and push the button. "Alberto! Get in here and bring Juan with you!"
A few minutes later both men join me in the study. "Go home and pack your bags, I am sending both of you to New York. I want you to watch a family by the name of Sanderson. The husband runs Sanderson Enterprises. I want you to find out where they live. One of you should watch the house. I want the other one to follow Mrs. Sanderson. I want to know everywhere she goes. Look for any evidence that indicates that she has my son or knows where he is."
"You're thinking that they have your son with them in New York?" Juan asks.
"He doesn't seem to be in Colombia. He has to be somewhere. This family may lead us to him. Break into the house and tap the phones if necessary. I want you to call and report to me daily."
"What do you want us to do if we find your son?" Juan asks.
"In the morning, one of you will meet with a man at the café next to the farmer's market. Look for a blue t-shirt and a white cap. He will have false identities and passports for both of you. If you find my son, you are to take him by any means necessary." I explain.
"Are you not concerned that they will send someone to look for your son?" Alberto asks.
"That is the reason for the false identities. The nurse had no idea that I am the baby's father. If she did not know, that means they didn't know either. There will be no way for them to trace him back to the Rivera family."
"How are we supposed to get him out of the country without getting caught? They will surely alert the authorities the moment that they realize he is missing." Juan asks.
"When you meet the contact in the morning, he will have multiple documentations for the child. One of you can pose as the father. Dress him up like a girl if you have to." I say with growing irritation.
"I think Juan means, it will draw attention to us when two guys, who obviously doesn't know how to change a diaper, is traveling with a baby." Alberto explains.
I hadn't thought of that. "We'll deal with that once you find my son. In the meantime, I want you on a plane to New York by tomorrow night."
