"What?"
"I’m DEA, Nick. Get away from me," he said loud enough for me to hear him this time. I turned quickly and walked away, just as three men, one white and two Hispanic, entered the club and sat down at the table with Roman. I went back to the bar and sat down. Shy came over to me, "What was up with that? You didn’t know him?"
"He’s DEA." I saw the expression on Shy’s face. "Calm down, he’s not here for you."
We looked on as the four men talked and laughed like old friends, until one of the Hispanic men glanced at me. The man stood up, and looked directly at me, took out his gun and shot the DEA agent in the head. Customers began running out the back door, turning over tables in their wake, while others drove on the floor. He turned and fired on me.
"Get down!" I yelled at Shy.
Shy ducked down behind the bar, while I fired wildly and took cover behind a table. The other two men broke out semi automatic weapons and began firing at me. They had me pinned down as they moved toward the door.
Shy reached for the pump. "Finally a little excitement on this rock." She rose up, took aim, and fired at and dropped the Hispanic man with the semi. Shy took cover, as the remaining two began shooting at her. This time it was me that came up blastin’; hitting the other Hispanic man who shot the agent. He went down.
Shy stayed low as she moved toward the end of the bar. She stood up and fired the pump just as the white man run out the door. I came out from behind the table, as Shy moved toward the door. With her back turned, she didn’t see one of the men get up.
"Shy! Behind you!" I yelled and aimed my weapon. But it was too late. The man had grabbed Shy and pointed his gun to her head.
"Drop it!" he yelled. Shy threw away the pump. "You too, drop it!" he yelled at me.
"Let her go!" I said taking a step closer.
The man fired, barely missing Shy. "I’ll kill her!"
I knew I should shot the man in the head before he should get a shot off. And I was about to when the white guy burst though the door, firing that semi. It gave them enough time to get out the door. By the time I got outside, they were gone.
Now that the shooting had stopped, people to get up off the floor and began to move around. The cook came out of the kitchen. "Go on and get out of here. I’ll take care of things here," the cook said.
I grabbed a tablecloth and picked up the pump. I picked up my suitcase and left the club though the back door. I walked quickly and with my head down, past the crowd, and along the beach until I reached the canal. Carefully I wiped the pump clean and then proceeded to smash it against the rocks. Then picked up all the pieces and put them back in the tablecloth. Then I walked down the canal and dropped broken pieces of the pump into the water. With all the pieces gone, I folded up the t
ablecloth and put it in my suitcase. I made my back to the main road and was able to flag down a cab. "Bahama Princess," I said as I got in the cab. "No, take me to the Lucayan Beach Hotel."
Once I arrived at the hotel, I checked in and went straight to my room. I opened up the suitcase and took the tablecloth and my gun out. I put the gun on the nightstand and took the tablecloth down the hall to the laundry shoot. I went back to the room and sat down on the bed. I tried but couldn’t seem to make sense of what had just happened. I picked up the phone and called Freeze at Cuisine.
"Cuisine," Freeze answered.
"Freeze, it’s Nick. Is Black there?"
"No, I thought he was down there with you? What’s goin’ on?"
"Some shooting went down at Black’s club. And — "I said, but Freeze interrupted.
"Hold up, Nick. Wanda and Bobby are here, I’m gonna put you on speaker." Great. "Nick, you still there?"
"I’m here."
"Now what happened?" Freeze asked."
"There was a shooting at Black’s club. Bandits killed a DEA agents and took Shy with them when they left."
"What!" Freeze said.
"They took Shy."
"Took her where?" Wanda asked excitedly.
"I don’t know." I replied.
"Start at the beginning, Nick. What happened?" Wanda asked.