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again, thank you.”
    Gavin watched as the door closed behind Amy. He walked to the truck, got in, and called Chief Ortiz to report in before driving the couple of blocks to his duplex. Gavin let himself in and headed to the fridge for a beer before changing his mind and simply going to bed. He fell asleep thinking about Amy.
     
    * * * *
     
    David Ortiz hung up the phone and looked at his wife. He was a little angry with her for sending Amy off with Gavin Walsh.
    “He just left her house,” David stated.
    “I like him. Where did you say he was from?” Irene asked.
    David was in a bad mood and he didn’t want to argue with Irene about how he was too overprotective of Amy.
    “According to his personnel record, he was born in Bangor, Maine. He moved here from Fairfax, Virginia,” David replied.
    “ Ta chulo . I’m thinking about inviting him over for Thanksgiving, unless he goes back to Maine,” Irene said.
    David gave Irene a dark look. “I doubt he ever goes back to Maine. I don’t think he has a real home and probably hasn’t for some time. Irene, this guy isn’t cute and fluffy. He’s more like a pit bull. This is the kind of guy you keep locked in a cage and once a week feed him raw meat, just to keep him hungry and pissed off. We only let him out when talking doesn’t work anymore. Gavin Walsh is a retired Navy SEAL, which means for most of his adult life he killed people on a regular basis. He’s a dangerous man. He’s not what Amy needs.”
    “David, I saw Tim two days ago, near my mom’s house. He was at the Speedy Stop, getting gas,” Irene said conversationally.
    “I told that son of a bitch not show his face in my town,” David said in a low growl.
    Irene turned and looked directly at her husband. “I think a man like Gavin Walsh is exactly what Amy needs right now. He’ll keep her safe. I think it’s time we quit talking to Tim. Maybe a pit bull biting him in the ass is exactly what he needs.”
    Irene considered Tim, Amy’s ex-husband, for a moment. She shivered when she thought about the evil little man and the abuse Amy had suffered at his hands. She sensed that if things got serious between Amy and Gavin, Tim would get the justice he deserved if he ever tried to make good on the threat of taking Amy back. Irene smiled inwardly, because Gavin Walsh would be one hell of an obstacle for Tim. She watched Gavin soften when he looked at Amy. Yes sir, Gavin is the perfect pit bull.

Chapter 3
     
    FCC Beaumont
    Cell Block F, Cell F3546
    Near Beaumont, Texas
    November 14, 2007/0129 Zulu
     
    Jorge Rivera leaned his head against the concrete wall of his prison cell. Four more days and he would be out of this shit hole. He was being as patient as he could. Everything was ready, the bank accounts set up, and the network would come together as soon as he could get home. He smiled to himself. Soon he would be a major player in something a lot bigger. His hometown of Victoria, Texas, would be the perfect hiding spot. There was only one glitch. There was a new threat in his town. News had reached Jorge that the FBI had planted a task force in Victoria. He had been assured the problem had been taken care of by his new associates. The agent would be watched and the right people paid off to do just that.
    “Jorge?” Abdul called.
    Jorge got up and walked to the iron cell door. Soon it would be lights-out.
    “Wassup, homes?” Jorge asked as he leaned against the bars.
    “We’ve heard from Marco. He’ll meet you as planned. My friend will be flying in from Pakistan in two weeks. Do you have a man yet?” Abdul asked.
    “Of course. My guy on the outside will make sure that we do what he needs. I got the perfect guy. He’s legit and owes me big. He won’t say no,” Jorge said.
    “What about our friends that need to come into the country?” Abdul questioned.
    “No sweat, homes. They’ll get in,” Jorge said dismissively.
    “I cannot stress to you how important this is.”
    “Get some