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how to bypass something through the Port of Vancouver. Maybe you should be looking at them.”
    â€œAnd what do they intend to smuggle?” asked Jack.
    Damien stared intently at Jack for a moment, and said,really don’t know. I’m not having anything to do with them. Neither is anyone in the club.”
    Jack sensed a look of fear in Damien’s eyes.
What is he afraid of?
    â€œRussian mafia?” asked Laura.
    â€œProbably connected,” shrugged Damien.
    Jack watched Damien nervously look around as he spoke.
    â€œYou talk to them personally?” asked Jack.
    Damien nodded and said, “For some reason they seemed to think that we had a connection at the Port.”
    â€œYou do,” said Jack.
    Damien flashed an irritated glance at Jack and said, “We met briefly. It was real brief. I did all the talking. I told them we would have nothing to do with them. If you guys, or whoever, were watching—I’m just telling you that we are not involved with anything they might be up to.”
    â€œAnd you don’t know what they are up to?” asked Jack.
    â€œThat’s right! I don’t!”
    â€œWho are they?” asked Jack. “What do they look like?”
    â€œI don’t remember. That’s all I’ve got to say.”
    â€œI thought so,” said Jack. “You are involved with them and are protecting them while trying to cover yourself.”
    â€œI’m not a liar!” said Damien, before clenching his jaw.
    â€œThen quit playing games. You didn’t call us here for nothing. What is it? Something is eating away at you.”
    Damien glared at Jack for a moment. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “Okay, okay. I know I owe you for what you both did in Colombia last year,” he said, lowering his voice. “So I’ll tell you a little something about them. This is just between us, right?”
    â€œYou’ve got my word on that,” replied Jack, glancing at Laura, who nodded her head.
    Damien stared at Jack, nodded in return and said,“They’re both about my age.”
    â€œAnd you turned fifty-three last April,” said Jack.
    Damien frowned and Jack added, “It’s like you said, know your enemies.”
    â€œYeah,” replied Damien gruffly. “Early fifties. One guy is tall, thin, short grey hair, grey moustache, and a prominent nose that sticks out like a beak. The other is short, fat, and bald with hairy arms. Looks like an orangutan. They mentioned they used to be schoolteachers in Russia.”
    â€œSchoolteachers!” exclaimed Laura.
    â€œThey’re lying,” said Damien. “These guys are different.”
    â€œHow so?” asked Jack.
    â€œI know authority types. The tall one for sure has government written all over him. Maybe military ... maybe police ... something. They’re sure as hell not schoolteachers.”
    â€œSo, what are you suggesting?” asked Jack.
    â€œI’m suggesting that you should be working on them rather than bothering a bunch of working stiffs who occasionally like to get together and ride bikes.”
    Jack started to laugh but Damien interrupted and said, “No, seriously. Whatever they’re up to, I’m not interested. And neither is anyone in the club. Understood?”
    â€œI understand what you’re
telling
me,” said Jack.
    â€œDamn it, Jack! I’m telling you the truth. We are not involved with them!”
    â€œHow do I find them?”
    Damien glanced around and after not seeing anyone, he handed Jack a slip of paper. The names
Petya
and
Styopa
were on the paper, along with a cellphone number and an apartment address.
    â€œThere are only three guys on this planet that make me ... uncomfortable,” said Damien. “You,” he said, pointing a finger at Jack, “and these two.”

    Jack studied Damien’s face as he spoke.
He is nervous ... so what the hell is going