Dragon's Den. Don Pendleton

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СКАЧАТЬ would agree with him one hundred percent,” Price replied with a nod.

      “Any ideas on who’s behind it?”

      “That’s been sort of the gotcha,” Price said. “There are any numbers of known overlords running the drug trade in the Golden Triangle. They’re all big names and, as of late, all seem to remain untouched by any form of recognized law enforcement over there.”

      “Well, we’ve pretty much come to the consensus that the drugs are sourced in Myanmar. It shouldn’t be too difficult to find out who’s running things there and give that intelligence to Striker so he can act on it.”

      “That’s the trouble,” Price said. “We don’t know whose operation it is anymore. Sung Suun was the man in charge up until about a year ago when he was killed during a police raid of his business holdings in downtown Pyinmana. Many of his competitors guess Suun’s own underlings actually murdered him, at his request, because he didn’t want to allow the authorities to capture him.”

      “Nice,” Kurtzman said. “How did they cook up that theory?”

      “I remember that,” Brognola answered. “Our own intelligence people figured it was probably a publicity stunt more than anything else. They figured his little drug empire would hold together better if he went down as a martyr.”

      “And unfortunately,” Price added, “nobody was left to contradict the stories of his ‘heroic sacrifice,’ since the punishment for drug trafficking over there is death. As soon as a trafficker’s convicted, they take him out and put a bullet in the back of his head.”

      “Sounds like we could learn a lesson or two from Myanmar’s government,” Kurtzman replied.

      “Hardly,” Brognola replied with a snort. “Most of the public officials over there are just as corrupt as the dealers and drug lords.”

      Price nodded. “It’s true. Whether anybody wants to admit it or not, drugs are a huge source of revenue for these people. They’ll never get fair prices from the majority of the countries to which they export legitimate goods and services, and most American companies who farm out cheap labor to that side of the world do so because the standards for work conditions and facilities aren’t nearly as stringent as they are here.”

      “That almost sounds liberal, Barb,” Kurtzman said. “I’m surprised. I always took you for a conservative.”

      “I’m for the truth, which is what that is…right, wrong or indifferent.”

      “Okay, so Suun’s dead,” Brognola said with irritation evident in his voice. “What’s our alternative?”

      “That’s where I’m totally stumped,” Price said. “Under normal circumstances we would have discovered who Suun’s replacement was and had our contacts keep tabs on him. But with the civil unrest that’s taken place over there the past couple of years, we’ve had to cope with distractions on a wider scale. That’s overshadowed our operations and made it much more difficult to keep our finger on the pulse of what’s actually happening in Myanmar.”

      “Alternatives?” Brognola asked.

      Price cleared her throat. “Well, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to bring this up, but I figure it can’t hurt to put anything and everything on the table at this point. One explanation might be that Myanmar is no longer the central point of production and distribution.”

      “Explain,” Brognola replied quietly, furrowing his eyebrows.

      Price reached to the printouts she’d brought and went right to a document halfway through the stack. “According to DEA statistics for just last year, America has a heroin-user population of more than two million people. That kind of demand has caused a sharp increase in opium imports. The primary crackdown area as far as the DEA is concerned has always been South American countries. Thus, most of our budget goes to operations there. That leaves the Southeast Asian heroin market wide-open. Most of drugs from the Golden Triangle come in through either maritime smuggling, mules over commercial flights or mail. The volume is simply too much for U.S. Customs agents to handle alone, and they aren’t getting much support from other agencies.”

      Kurtzman shook his head. “Seems these days everyone’s way more worried about bombs and anthrax coming through the mail than dope.”

      “Agreed,” Brognola replied. “So where do you think we should focus our efforts, Barb?”

      “Well, a good number of those export maritime operations come out of places like Borneo, Sumatra and so forth. That accounts for almost fifteen percent of our total oil and gas, electrical appliances, textiles and rubber imports. Hardly anything comes from Myanmar. For lack of any other evidence, I think we should be looking at Indonesia, specifically Jakarta.”

      “All right, start seeing what you can do about getting Striker a contact there.” He turned to Kurtzman. “Bear, touch base with Cowboy and see if he has any friends left who might be able to help us out. I’d prefer not to go through official channels if we don’t have to.”

      “I’m on it,” Kurtzman said, and immediately wheeled himself out of the room.

      Price and Brognola sat in silence a minute before Price said, “You want to let me in?”

      “On what?” Brognola replied. He reached into the breast pocket of his jacket, withdrew a cigar and stuck it between his teeth.

      “Don’t be coy,” Price replied. “What’s going on, Hal?”

      “Nothing, just a usual earful from the President.” Brognola shrugged. “I guess he wasn’t entirely happy about all the noise Striker’s making. Apparently, he stepped on pretty big toes when he ran into that pair from Homeland Security.”

      “Striker can handle himself,” Price reminded the Stony Man chief. “I don’t think he considers them much of a threat.”

      “No, but the President’s a bit close to this one because Simon Lipinski’s daughter was killed. He wants results and he wants them quick, and he especially doesn’t want to have a discussion about it. The last thing I need is for him to rag on me about Striker’s thunderous, albeit effective, methods.”

      “I wouldn’t worry about it, Hal,” Price said as she rose from her chair. “Striker’s there to get the job done and he’ll come away with results. Whether the President likes it or not is irrelevant. We go through this almost every time. I’ve never seen you quite this affected by it. Did something else happen?”

      “There are…Damn.”

      Price watched as something fell in Brognola’s countenance. His face went pale, the expression morose, and light playing on those gaunt features and ghostly complexion aged him a good twenty years in the blink of an eye. Price had never seen him look more drawn and defeated than just in that moment, and it caused her heart to feel as if it might leap right up to her throat and lodge there.

      Price swallowed hard. “My God, Hal. What is it?”

      “The President received several official recommendations from members within his staff that he cease all sensitive operations outside of those conducted by sanctioned federal agencies.”

      “The President would never do that. I’m sure you can see that. I couldn’t count СКАЧАТЬ