Chapter 7
David was understandably worried about Shana. He feared she might do something rash because of his behavior the previous night.
First, he telephoned his friend at the British Embassy, the one who had hired him in the first place, and he told the friend he might have something for him concerning the smugglers. There was a whole batch of them.
"However," he concluded, "I think the head of the smuggling ring is the one who has to be taken out. Cracking down on the puppets he uses to bring the stuff into Ireland won't do a thing. Conally Morse, the one who heads this operation, has to be taken out. I think I can do it. At the same time I'll give you his number-one girl, Gina Cevetti. I think she helps plan everything with him."
"That sounds fine," the voice on the phone said. "When do you think you can deliver them?"
"I'm going to lure them over to the apartment of a woman who lives in the same building as I live," David said. "If I know those two, once they're caught, they'll try and pin something on me, and the other woman. I want us both protected."
"Fair enough," the voice on the other end said. "After all, I did hire you, and we ran a thorough check on you before asking you to take on the job. We know you're clean, so any woman you might wish to use will be taken at face value. If you say she's all right, we'll go along with you. What's the plan?"
"Simple," David replied. "This other woman, the one who lives in my building, thinks I'm a bastard ..." as he spoke, he realized he was going to do just the opposite of what he had originally planned. He had initially wanted to make Shana like him. Now he had to make her hate him in order for her to call on Conally Morse for help. Since it would basically involve taking a sex-fiend off Shana's back, Con would probably try and use another sex lure, and that meant his number-one female runner, Gina Cevetti, who was also a friend of Shana.
"Sounds like an interesting plan," the man said. "Don't you think you ought to have someone standing by in case this Morse gets too rough?"
"I can handle him," David assured the man. "He won't hurt me, because I'm going to take him aside and tell him about some arms I have that I want smuggled to the IRA."
"Just where are you going to get these arms?" the voice asked.
"From you," David replied. "It might help if you fix the weapons so they misfire. No booby traps or anything, but make them useless. When Morse smuggles them to the IRA, and he will, since I'll offer him half the profits for doing so, he'll be discredited with them. Then the IRA will probably send some kind of anonymous letter, pinning the smuggling on Morse, and you'll be able to have him extradited to England for committing treasonous acts against the Crown. As I understand it, the man is a British citizen."
"Fine," the voice on the phone agreed. "What about this Gina Cevetti?"
"She hangs around with him a lot, and the odds are, if you pick up one of them, you'll pick up both of them."
"Good enough," the voice replied. "Go ahead and start putting the plan into action."
"Will do," David answered, and he hung up.