Here's the next chapter, sorry it will be a little short. I will be unable to update for the next few days as will be traveling with work. Hope to update some more over the holiday weekend. I still do not own anything Crossing Jordan.
It honestly had started all as just a story. And then before J.D. Pollack knew it he was smack dab in the middle of an illegal drug smuggling ring. When he had started investigating the story on exposing how some very dangerous drugs were being smuggled into Boston from Mexico, J.D. had found out just how much money could be made in the business. And he definitely appreciated the extra money. He felt a need to provide for Jordan. Even though J.D. was well aware that she could take care of herself, he liked being able to give her things and take her to nice places.
The phone call that he received earlier had been from his supplier. He had never met him even though they had been planning the operation for a few weeks now. Today was the day he would finally get to meet the guy. All contact thus far had been done through e-mail or over the phone (something that would later come back to bite them both in the ass). J.D. was now going to be transporting the drugs back to the U.S. If everything went according to plan he would be bringing in a lot of extra money.
J.D. wandered down the mostly deserted back alley and came across an old and run down bar. This was to be where the exchange would go down. He wandered in and the old barkeep looked up at him from behind the bar. This was not the first time that a meeting like this was to take place here. He was always paid well for his silence and cooperation and went back to wiping down the bar and pretending he saw no one and knew nothing.
J.D. sat down at the bar next to a middle aged man and ordered a beer. He assumed this was the person he would be meeting as he matched his physical description.
"You Ramon?" he asked.
"No, his brother, Jorge. And you must be Pollack."
"You got that right, mate. Where is Ramon?"
"Waiting for you. He wanted me to make sure you were not carrying any recording equipment or anything else that that could implicate us in this." Then Jorge had Pollack stand up and he patted him down. Satisfied that he was not carrying any recording devices or weapons they both walked out of the bar back into the hot sun. Jorge had a car waiting around the corner and they both climbed in. J.D. was forced to wear a blindfold so that he would not know the location of the exchange. He started the car and raced off to the location.
Meanwhile, Jordan slid her keycard into the lock on the hotel room door and let herself in. Tossing her bag on the bed, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Over the past couple of days, she had developed a dark tan and surprisingly was not burned. Her hair was wild and curly-just how Woody liked it she thought to herself. Lily would be so jealous of the great tan she would be bringing home.
Wow, she really did miss her friends. J.D. had been acting strangely since they had arrived in Cancun and she felt increasingly lonely. His cell rang constantly and he was always sneaking off to take the calls in private. He had to leave today to go work on a lead for his story and she wondered not for the first time if maybe he was up to no good. Jordan tried to dismiss the idea and considered that maybe he was just really busy chasing down leads for his story. But a small voice in the back of her head would not let it go.
She walked into the bathroom and peeled off her bikini to hop in the shower. She would take a nice long shower have a nap. Then when she woke she would get dressed for her evening with Pollack and he would make her forget the nagging thoughts that kept racing through her mind.
She pulled one of the hotel's warm and fluffy robes on and laid down on their bed for a nap. After a few minutes she was asleep but even in her dreams she couldn't escape the thought that her boyfriend was in trouble.
That's all for now, please read and review. Happy Holidays!