The Gillespie Five (A Political / Conspiracy Novel) - Book 1 (42) Read Online Free PDF

stopping him or turning his interest to any of the other hackers. 
    'Sometimes, when you are fishing, you have got to let the small ones go in order to get the bigger haul,' was as all Gillespie had said. 
    The people who'd hired Barrett didn't seem to care either.  He stopped his pacing and slammed his fist on the table.  Stupid fucking idiots ! 
    A chirping on his phone cut into his tirade.  Pulling it out of his pocket he read the text message. 
    Good job.  Check your account.  More to come.  Time to celebrate.
    Time to celebrate?  Seriously?!
    Still venting, he opened his bank app and stared at the balance.  As quickly as it had boiled up, his temper vanished, replaced by new – several hundred thousand grand worth of – possibilities. 
    More to come.  
    Barrett glanced out of his window to watch the rising sun.  Maybe they weren’t forgetting the others.
    Looking back at his bank balance, Barrett decided that maybe a little celebrating couldn’t hurt.  After all, they had been working at this for nearly two years.  Glancing at the clock on his phone, he noted it was barely 6:00 a.m. 
    A little bit early to celebrate , he thought. 
    Then, another thought struck him.  Soon he’d be spending his time in the hell hole they had selected to hold the detainees and there wouldn’t be much celebrating then.  Not in that backwater place.
    Hell, it was five o’clock somewhere!
    With that thought, he grabbed a glass and a bottle of Jack Daniel's, poured himself a double, downed it and then hit 1 on his speed dial. 
    "Kikki?  Greg.  Why don't you grab one of your cute friends?  No.  Make that three of your friends and meet me at my place in an hour.  Plan on an all day and night gig.  And make sure everyone has evening wear.  We’ll be going out in the limo tonight."
    Without waiting for a response, he hung up.  It had been awhile since he'd gone out with the girls.    He hoped Kikki remembered his favorite poison.  And his other preferences. 
    Barrett poured another double.  To the first of many arrests to come, he thought as he slammed it and headed back to his bedroom to prepare for the girls’ arrival.

Chapter Four
     
     
    Tommy awoke to the sound and feel of an engine.  His head hurt and he couldn't see anything.  Slowly he began to recall the feel of hands holding him down.  In a panic, he tried to move, only to find that his arms and legs were bound tight.  He kicked out, connecting with something soft, and heard a grunt.  His breath came faster and he suddenly realized that the gag had been removed.
    He shouted, "What's going on?  Who are you people?"
    A gruff voice yelled, "Shut up back there!"
    "Who are you?  Where are you taking me?"
    "I said shut up or I'll duct tape your mouth shut for you!"
    He heard another voice murmur something and then others, but could only catch snatches of the conversation over the rumble of the engine.  "Take…quiet…another two hours.  Traitors…questioning." 
    The conversation continued in bits and pieces, making no sense to Tommy.  As the time passed, he began to find it harder to breathe.  He needed answers.  Opening his mouth to ask another question, he was stopped suddenly when a voice very close to him whispered, "Just be quiet.  They'll leave you and the rest of us alone if you're quiet."
    "Us?  Who else is here?"
    "I said shut the fuck up !"
    Tommy cringed.  Trying to control his panic, he forced himself to breathe slowly through his nose and out through his mouth.  He realized that along with the headache, his throat felt swollen and his mouth dry.  After a few breaths, the tightness in his chest began to relax and with it returned some of his ability to think. 
    There had to be an explanation for this.  These guys obviously weren't cops.  There were other people in the back with him.   So who were they ? 
    Hope dawned sudden and hard as a thought struck him.  He was being hazed.  That had to be it. He had