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CHAPTER TWO

Jack Regan wore a creased white linen suit and a well-used white Panama hat. Those items were his trademark. He had been wearing a similar outfit the day he scored his first big deal and considered them his lucky dress. Over the years he had replaced the outfits as each one wore out, but always favored the same style and color.

Jack Regan dealt in weaponry of all kinds. Whatever the client wanted, Regan could usually supply it. He had clients and contacts across the globe, and in his circle he was considered one of the best. Regan had the knack of walking away if a deal went sour, and some had. It was part of the business. At the first sign of trouble he would turn around and leave. He hated to lose on a deal because Regan did not like losing money. But when push came to shove he valued his skin, and there were always other clients and other deals.

Right now he was negotiating with Shaia Kerim’s point man for the deal. Jamal Ryad was a shrewd, cold-eyed individual Regan would not have entertained for a split second if he hadn’t worked for Kerim.

Jamal Ryad glanced across the table, toying with the spoon in his cup of lemon tea. He caught Regan’s eye. “So it is possible?” he asked.

“To supply this ordnance? Deliver it to the locations?” Regan smiled as if he’d been asked to take on a simple task. “I just wish all my contracts were this simple, bubba.”

“Perhaps I am offering too much money, then,” Ryad said. “If the work is so without risk maybe we should renegotiate the payment.”

Regan didn’t flinch. “I didn’t say it would be without risk, Jamal. It’s just that I have a damn good crew and the organization to back it.”

“And moving these weapons within the U.S.A. will not be difficult?”

“Not for me, bubba. Not for Jack Regan.”

“I have to ask how soon you can have the consignments in place.”

“Few more days.”

Ryad showed surprise. “That quickly?”

“Hell, I thought you were about to go off on one for a minute.”

“No. I am impressed.”

“When you come to the best, bubba, you get the best.”

“And the word I have on you, Mr. Regan, is you are considered one of the best. My brother Kerim speaks highly of you. He still remembers the handling of the sale of the helicopter you acquired for him. An extremely satisfactory arrangement.”

“Hell, not one of the best. The best. And I’m not being a smart-ass here. My reputation speaks for itself. I make a deal, I deliver. Look, Jamal, I built my business over a long time. I don’t like disappointing my customers.”

“But you have had your failures, Mr. Regan. Yes?”

Regan threw up his hands. “First to admit it. Few of my deals have fallen through. I won’t deny it. But my successes outreach them by a golden mile. You have to realize this is a high-risk business. Things can go south. But what business is totally risk free?”

Ryad sipped at his tea. He watched Regan for a moment before asking, “It does not concern you where the weapons are used?”

Regan grinned. “I was wondering when you were going to get around to that. Look, like I told your boss man, Kerim, I buy and sell a commodity. I don’t care what the end user does with them. Hell, I’m no different to other sellers in the business. Goes against my religion to pick and choose where my ordnance ends up. Governments do it all the time. It’s big, big business, so why shouldn’t Jack Regan get his cut?”

“But America?”

“I ain’t lived on home soil for longer than I can remember. I move around. Go where my business takes me. Today I’m operating on home ground. Shit, Jamal, America has more guns floating around than even I could supply. People are blowing themselves away all the time. Don’t shoot me all that patriotic bullshit. Only thing I ever had in common with the U.S.A. was the race for the almighty dollar. It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and I do not aim to go hungry.”

Ryad smiled. “You make it almost sound romantic, Mr. Regan.”

“Hey, cut the mister crap. The name’s Jack.” Regan placed both hands flat on the table. “Okay, let’s talk numbers. We get this all worked out I can start filling your order and getting my people set up.”

* * *

LATER, AFTER RYAD had left, Regan switched on his sat phone and punched in a number. He waited until his call was picked up.

“Carlos, hola, mi amigo.”

“You sound in a good mood,” Carlos Gallegos said.

“Why not, bubba? A man is allowed to be cheerful when he’s just negotiated a nice fat contract.”

“The Muslim guy?”

“Yes. So we can start to pull things together. You know what to do?”

“Of course,” Regan’s liaison for the deal said. “We working to a deadline here?”

“I told him around a few more days.”

“We don’t even need that long,” Gallegos said.

“You and me, bubba, we know that. But he doesn’t, so we can cruise this deal without raising a sweat. You get moving and keep in touch. I don’t want any fuckups on this, Carlos.”

“No problems. Where will you be?”

“I have to tie up a distribution deal so I’ll be busy a couple days.”

“You using Sebastian for this Arab deal?”

“Always done right by me before,” Regan said. “He’s in the right area and he has secure storage. I’ll head along to see him when the delivery is due. We can easily work out the schedule.”

“I’ll get things rolling this end. Talk to you, Jack.”

Regan cut the connection, then immediately made a second call.

“Jason? It’s Jack. The deal is on. Terms as we agreed. Merchandise is being organized as we speak. I’ll make contact once Carlos gives me the okay. You all set at your end?”

“I’m always ready, Jack,” Jason Sebastian said. “Crew and vehicles ready to roll.”

“Okay, I’ll be at your place in a couple of days.”

“You sure you need to make the trip?”

“No way I’m letting this deal out of my hands. Has to be a man-to-man handover. Too much riding on it to risk any other way.”

“No sweat, Jack. I’ll see you soon.”

“That you will, bubba. That you will.”