Page 7 of Catch Me If You Can (The Mancini Way)

The Chinese delegates sat around the table as we discussed their next strategic move; the lying fuck interpreter rattled off his bullshit lies to me while I bobbed my head like the shit he was saying made all the sense in the world. I listened in with my keen understanding of their language as they gave orders to carry out their sadistic schemes and it took everything in me not to jump up from my chair and chop all their fucking heads off.

Instead I remained still with a look of unconcern on my face; these fucking demons were going to die but not yet.

In all my years of doing this, the thing that I hated most out of all the evil that I came into contact with was the harm to children; give me undeniable proof of an injustice done against a child, any child, and I will execute the perpetrator without a second thought, it was my only hard limit. Children are the innocents, to be protected and guarded against the darkness. What these fucks and others like them did to them was deserving of the harshest punishments imaginable.

The FBI and Interpol along with some of the world’s other leading investigative agencies have been hunting me for over a decade; they suspect me of criminal dealings, if they only knew, those fucks only wish they could do what I do. I’ve done more to eradicate evil in the relatively short time in my career than they’ve all done collectively since their inception. That’s because they’re all headed by a den of serpents who has fooled the world for generations into believing that they’re the protectors of mankind; that their only interest is in the betterment of the human condition; bullshit. Corruption reached to the highest echelons of every major player in the field, money that great divider made suckers out of the best of us. The leading law enforcement agencies were supposed to be protectors of our safety, people forgot that the men and women who headed said agencies were just human like them; prone to the same shortcomings as they were, just as capable of committing atrocities. Put them in a position of power and worse yet arm them and you not only had a criminal on your hand, you had one who was now protected by bureaucracy and sanctioned by their host governments. I should know I’ve dispatched enough of the scum to be aware that the evil that exists reaches higher than the average person would even think to look. The thing was though that you cut off one head and another grew back almost overnight it’s a vicious never-ending cycle.

The men I’m currently surrounded by today are under the misguided belief that I’m an expert in the trafficking of human flesh along with many other sordid things. My portfolio, or at least the one serving this particular purpose, claims that I always get the job done: no losses, no repercussions. They were paying me millions to carry out their dirty work. Three million in fact for the swift and undetected transport of ten teenaged Asian girls who had been hand picked by a handful of wealthy elitist twisted fucks who in turn were willing to pay ten times that or more for the procurement of what would amount to sex slaves.

My part in that is the hardest, herding these girls together on a ship in China and hiding them through customs until they disembarked off the shores of America. Then if all goes well according to their agenda one of their henchmen will take possession of the merchandise and be in the wind, the young victims never to be seen or heard from again, at least not by anyone from their past.

This particular run has been in the works for two months; believe it or not the selling of human beings is easier than the world has been led to believe; the acquiring of human flesh for all manner of despicable services is big business. It’s my estimation that some men and women once they’ve amassed astronomical sums of money lose their fucking minds and anything resembling a conscience. These beings then become so bored that they throw each other little secret parties where they concoct some of the sickest shit your mind could ever imagine and then some.

This scheme is the brainchild of one such demon; he somehow convinced nine of his cohorts that this was the next best thing to do. These highly esteemed douche bags some of whom were even now joking about the demise of these children has made this into an art form.

By day they’re the supposed law-abiding upstanding citizens representing their respective nations on foreign soil; by night they’re every child’s worst nightmare.

Both factions were led by one common denominator, money; one had too much and so turned to using it for evil purposes while the other for their own love and greed of it were willing to do anything up to and including selling their souls to attain it. The delegates saw nothing wrong with selling their countrymen and women into all manner of horrific situations, their consciences were clear because these particular children were from families of lower class, and hey, the place was over populated anyway right? Fucking assholes.

“So we’re set gentlemen yeah?” I needed to get the fuck out of there quick before I said fuck it and offed every last man in the room, couldn’t rush my hand their time will come.

“You will let us know how everything goes with the merchandise immediately yes, our clients are very anxious to accept delivery.”

Yeah and then I’ll snap your fucking neck you pig

Chapter 5

Cierra

“Cierra Stone, paging Cierra Stone.”

“Shit Gracie! What can that be about now?” I put the brush down and turned to my roommate.

“You won’t know until you go see.”

“I hope there isn’t anything more for me to study, this guy is like a freaking shadow as it is, I don’t know why they think I’ll be any help since they haven’t been able to nail him in the last ten years or so and I’m not sure why they need a profiler on this one, hasn’t he been profiled to death?”

“Girl kill that noise, you know you have mad skills beyond profiling otherwise they’d never have tapped you for the job, besides that piece of eye candy is the best subject they’ve got going in the bureau these days yum.” She twitched her eyebrows at me in her comical way.

“How can you tell? Every picture’s a profile shot, it’s almost as if he knows where the cameras are and keeps his face in the shadows.”

“Well I heard from this girl that was in one of my classes that he’s fuck hot and rumor has it that he’s hung like a gorilla.” She was all but drooling now.

“I think gorillas are supposed to have small dicks.” I think I saw that on the discovery channel but I couldn’t be sure.

“You know what I mean.”

“Gracie you do know I’m supposed to be gathering info to put this guy away for a long, long time right? Not trying to jump him.”

“Nothing wrong with enjoying the scenery while you’re at it now is there?”

Gracie was the least likely candidate for the Academy, a brash, loud talking always ready to throw down as she terms it African American beauty with chocolate brown skin and the most piercing black eyes with the purest whites. She looked about fifteen except for her height of five ten which towered over my five three stature. From our first day together at the Academy we’d just hit it off, our backgrounds weren’t much different; Gracie grew up about an hour or so away in D.C.’s inner city. Tough streets for anyone but even more so for a young girl who’s father had been gunned down for his part in a neighborhood watch. She’d had to stay in that environment her whole life until her quick brain and aptitude for science got her out. Now she was thought to be someone to watch in the field of forensic science. Though we’d mentioned our families and what had happened to them, we’d never actually come out and said that it was because of these incidents that we had fought so hard to get where we are. I sometimes wondered if we had the same agenda; though her father’s murderer had been caught and tried there’d always been speculation that there was more involved and that all the players had not been brought to justice.

“I’ve got to go, Durant isn’t known for his patience.”

“Lucky duck, I bet they’re calling to send you on your way, oh New York and the great Hank Mancini.”

“I can only hope, I’ve been studying this guy so long now it’s like I know his every move.”

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