Chapter One
The bump of the tires kissing the tarmac announced the arrival of the private
jet at its destination. All the windows were sealed shut and the aircrew had
not opened the door to the cabin since Derek had walked up the boarding ramp
into the aircraft. Being suspicious by nature and by training, Derek always
disliked this part of the trip. However, what awaited him outside of the metal
and plastic cylinder that briefly imprisoned him more than compensated for
such minor discomforts.
Another thump told him that the mobile steps and his welcoming committee had
arrived. As the passenger door swung open, Derek was momentarily blinded by the
bright glare of the open sky. Slipping on his sunglasses, he stepped quickly
through the portal and down the short flight of steps. Nearby a silver grey
Mercedes with dark tinted widows sat waiting. A dark man in overalls stood
beside the steps, obviously an airfield worker. Out of habit, Derek took note
of his appearance. Much more interestingly, a tall blond haired woman dressed
in a white blouse and short light-grey skirt stood beside the car, smiling in
obvious greeting. Taking a grip on his small overnight bag, Derek walked up to
the attractive woman.
"Welcome sir," she said "I hope you had a comfortable trip."
"Call me Derek" he replied smiling back.
"OK Derek, and my name is Lisa. This way please" she replied, opening the
door of the car.
In the driver's seat sat another woman, also a blond. She was wearing a light
jacket and Derek could just barely see the outline of the shoulder holster that
she wore underneath.
"This is Julia, your driver during your stay. She is also in charge of
your security while you are here."
"So I gathered" said Derek, turning to stare at Lisa from behind his dark
lenses.
Unfazed by his scrutiny, Lisa sat smiling as the car started down the road and
out of the private airfield.
This was the third such "trip" that Derek had made since becoming Deputy
Director of the Special Task Force set up to combat the inflow of cocaine from
South America. Made up of special, hand picked men and women, the Task Force
was intended to side step the traditional law enforcement organisations such
as the DEA. Vast amounts of money from the drug cartels had made security in
these organisations virtually non-existent. All the Task Force personnel had
impeccable backgrounds and had been vetted to weed out any chance of bribery.
For instance, Derek himself came from a wealthy family and was virtually immune
to financial "incentives". Special security was provided to all family members
to prevent threats from that direction.
The Task Force had been very successful and Derek was riding high on a wave of
arrests and drug confiscations. Until he had met Carlos. As cunning as a fox
and as deadly as the product that his cartel sold, Carlos and his organisation
had managed to defeat every attempt by the Task Force to break it. Derek began
having visions of demotion and an abrupt end to his career. Even then, his
devotion to duty did not waver.
Unfortunately, Carlos was not only as thorough as the government agencies
assigned to vet Derek's background, but possessed of far more resources.
Finally, a diligent investigator working for Carlos struck paydirt. Derek had a
secret. He was a sexual sadist. At the age of sixteen, he had whipped a
prostitute so badly that his family had had to pay substantial amounts of money
to all concerned in the incident to hush it up. Derek had always been ambitious
and had quickly realised that any further "accidents" of this kind could end
any chances for his future in politics and industry. He became a model
citizen.
Through a series of very careful contacts, Carlos made Derek an offer. Derek
could continue as he was and risk disgrace or, he could "cooperate" with Carlos
in return for a series of orchestrated arrests designed to keep the Task Force
in the limelight and one more special "bonus". At regular intervals, Derek
could go on leave for a few days. During these holidays, Carlos would supply
the one thing that Derek craved. At various secret locations, he would be
given the use of a large house and grounds, transport, security and a supply
of beautiful women whom he could abuse in any way that he desired. Carlos
assured him that the women would be available for anything at all, no limits.
When he had had his fill, he could just walk away and let the drug lord's
minions clean up the mess.
Smarting from a series of reprimands and rising pressure to show progress "or
else", Derek accepted the offer. He knew that once he had given Carlos secret
information regarding Task Force operations, he would be tied to the criminal's
fortunes permanently and that any possible sex scandals and battered women
would be the least of his troubles if he were found out.
In the cool embrace of the car's leather seat, Derek continued his examination
of the woman sitting beside him. Her short skirt had ridden up her long sleek
thighs and her legs were definitely worth looking at.
"There will be two of us attending to you this time" commented Lisa.
"Excluding Julia of course" she added, nodding at the driver's back.
"Of course." echoed Derek dryly. The driver was here in the capacity of
Carlos' eyes.
Pulling up into the driveway of the large, two storey house, Derek could see
the figure of another woman standing in front of the doorway, dressed in what
appeared to be brown trousers and matching sweater. When he got a good look at
the woman's face, he felt a chill run through him like an arctic wind. He
recognised the woman who waited for them to exit the vehicle. He had seen that
beautiful face just briefly, three years ago during a visit to a police
training academy. She was a cop!
Obviously, she was an undercover operative for another agency. The
possibilities ran through his brain like a swarm of locust. Was she after him?
Was she after Carlos? Was this just a coincidence? Most dangerous of all, was
this some kind of test set up by Carlos?
Derek realised that he had no choice. He would have to carry on as if he had
not recognised her. He would also have to ensure that the woman did not
survive the next few days! Once he had made his decision, he found that the
idea of having the policewoman as his plaything very stimulating. He just
might enjoy this weekend after all.
