Chapter Eight Retribution
Jackson Hunt landed a few hours earlier to meet with an old friend of his, eventhough never trusting him because of his involvement with Loksat's organization for two many years he could not count.
He asked his friend Jerry Brewster to meet him at the juice bar at the L.A. airport. Brewster had called him earlier that he was running late with being stuck in traffic.
Brewster called his number to let him know, that it would only be a few more minutes.
Hunt went to watch the tv, when there was a report coming from New York city about the fortune in rare coins that was stolen, the L.A. reporter on the news had said something that a complete search was in progress for the three security guards having been involved. Hunt started to laugh when Brewster called him from the entrance of the juice bar.
"What's going on, I saw you laugh at the news broadcast when I arrived?" He replied very carefully in regard to his words.
"Something I set up with three special black ops members that used to work for Brad Pierson." He would only go so far with his friend and undercover police officer.
"And no doubt Hunt, it had something to do with Loksat and his organization." He says very coy with his long time friend.
"I need to ask you Jerry straight up, what is going on with Whitmore business dealings?, did his business go belly up as year with the lost of the East coast cocaine shipments?"
"Just about!, Whitmore asked me to transfer funds from the three off shore accounts to help keep the business running for now." He replied.
"Does he has any idea to you being an under cover narcotic cop in the first place?" Taking a gulp of his whiskey, while calling the bartender for another drink placing a saw buck onto the counter for a tip.
"None what so ever!, but I had to be very careful the past few weeks, along with finding out with the death of Vice President James Emery, and I must say this, you really had balls to go after the Vice president of all people to stop the organization cold into there faces."
"I had no choice in the matter, just as my son Richard Castle trying to find me, and take me out because of it, and his involved with the mission in Thailand."
"I do hope you realize Hunt just how dangerous this is with you coming to California to take out Whitmore?"
"I am not here to kill him, you will when the right time comes Brewster.! He takes out an envelope to look at later once he hears the right answer from his mouth.
"And how am I supposed to do that in the first place, without blowing my undercover operation the past three years?"
"You won't be alone, once I make contact with my black ops team members, they will fly out here for the right price."
"And what makes you think that the money in this envelope is the right price for me as well?" While placing his right hand onto the white envelope.
"When you go home, take a look at it, and call me later with your answer of yes or no on my voicemail, and then we can discuss it further."
"Find!, I will call you in two hours, I have an errand to run for Whitmore before calling him, that I won't be coming in for the rest of the day."
"No doubt Brewster, he will think otherwise that something must be up in the first place." Calling for his overall bill for the drinks, lets get out of here, I don't want my son to catch me off guard, since his flight will be landing sometime within the next twenty minutes."
Brewster leaves while taking the white envelope from the counter, when he gets into his truck, he called Whitmore to let him know that the money from the off shore accounts, has been sent off to the owners before defaulting on there merchandise payments.
He didn't talk long with Whitmore having to be on his way to a business conference for the teamster unions.