Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 21:03:57 +0200
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Infamous Trade 14/17

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INFAMOUS TRADE
by Andrej Koymasky
(C) 1998 - 2002
written the 20th of July, 1995
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Jer

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"INFAMOUS TRADE" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes
of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so
on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But
if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you
really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

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FOURTEENTH

It was just after two p.m. Thomas was looking at Rowland's diaries and
thinking. Rowena was on the telephone.

She put down the receiver and looked at him with dark eyes, "No Walkerdine
on any flight to New York."

"Could he have used a fake identity?"

"No, I feel he just cheated us. And now..."

"And now Lo Casio want me to pay for that, I bet. The only solution is to
run, not let them find us... If we manage, it will not be easy."

"The diaries..." Rowena said thoughtfully.

Thomas looked at her without understanding how they mattered.

The girl nodded several times, then said, "The diaries will save us, all
three of us."

"But how? Giving them to Lo Casio in exchange for the money that didn't
arrive?"

"No. They might be interested in them. There has to be somebody who will be
a lot more interested in having them and who can help us out of this mess.
And also free Andres."

"Who's this?"

"The federals, Thomas, the F.B.I.! All those notes about the laundered
money and about the kids who were sold. Just think about it! For them it
would be an incredible scoop. In exchange they will give us new identities.
They will free Andres, and let us go abroad with all our money. I'm sure of
that."

"Yeah, but what if they use the diaries and then cheat us? If they
extradite me to England for my robbery?"

"What do they know about the robbery? Rowland didn't report the
disappearance of his diaries, did he? The newspapers say nothing about
them. I'm sure he didn't talk about them. Surely he would not want them to
be found by the police, would he? And you could have stolen them at
home..."

"They will not believe that... They'll connect me with the robbery. Just
all this money would be enough to convince them that I was involved."

"They will pretend not to believe it, I bet. Dress up, darling, let's leave
immediately."

"To the federals? Isn't it better to see a lawyer first?"

"If we knew one we could trust one hundred per cent... But if he's one of
Lo Casio's men, or even one of the names listed in the diaries? No,
straight to the federals. Let's risk it all in one throw of the dice."

Thomas was not completely convinced, but let Rowena and her decision guide
him. He thought that facing the federals was far better than Lo Casio's
wrath. He dressed quickly. Repacking all their belongings in the suitcases
and with the money case, they went down to look for a taxi. Several full
cabs passed, but at last an empty one coming from the opposite direction
saw their signal and making an U turn, stopped in front of them. They took
it, giving a fake address. They changed cabs twice, always looking
backwards, fearing that they were being followed. When they finally felt
sure that everything was OK, they asked the third taxi driver to take them
to the F.B.I. General Headquarters. Here they asked to talk with someone in
charge. They were led to a small bare waiting room, that made one think of
a hospital room without beds. Thomas was nervous, but Rowena occasionally
smiled at him encouragingly, probably to hide her own fears.

They had been gone from their hotel room about thirty minutes, when someone
quietly knocked at their door. Not receiving an answer, after knocking
several more times, he pulled an old credit card from his pocket. Slipping
it into the door slit, he managed to push the bolt and open it. As soon as
he entered, he saw that the room had been abandoned.

"Christ! I'm late! Where the fuck can they be now?" Dan Firestone asked
himself. Leaving the room, mad at himself, he headed to the elevator.

Now he had to set his men on the trail of those two - he promised Lo Casio
to make them disappear without any fuss. Now he had to absolutely do it! He
decided to return to Jacques' home. From there he would start the search
for the two he had to kill. He had to be there anyway when Chem arrived to
take Terry.

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When Rowland Preston left the International Section of Kennedy Airport, it
was shortly after seven p.m. He had with him a raw leather bag with a
bottle of whiskey he had bought at the duty free shop. He followed a plump
Puerto Rican who was pushing the cart with his elegant baggage.

Rowland was walking under the canopy, staying close to the building and far
from the lane where the December rain was pouring on the line of waiting
taxis. As usual the shower gave him bad feelings. He always considered rain
as something bringing bad omens. Anyway, he couldn't be more happy than
today. He was near meeting Dan Firestone. The ex-policeman agreed to kill
Yung Chem for him, so he could endure any kind of weather. All long the
walkway a line of arriving passengers was waiting to catch a taxi. Rowland
was thinking about the limousine waiting to take him and Dan Firestone to
the auction in Queens, the New York borough he found so depressing. If God
ever decided to send a second Deluge, Queens would get its rightful
destiny.

While he was walking, he thought back to the risk he ran asking Dan to kill
Yung Chem. Dan was unpredictable. His motivations often remained obscure,
as he made up his mind. What if he cheated him and revealed everything to
Chem? Rowland chased away that horrible possibility from his mind. He was
upset enough - allowing more negative thoughts would be like suicide. If
ever Chem knew about his project to have him killed, he would be ruthless.
Rowland could not be sure, not even in Hell. But Rowland counted on Dan's
love for Jacques, who cost a lot of money just to escape for a little
longer the inexorable illness that was destroying him. This made Dan
extremely maneuverable - he could satisfy the constant need for money of
the ex-policeman and Dan would be crazy not to take advantage of this. And
Dan was not crazy.

While following his luggage beyond the line of taxis, a thought rapidly
crossed his mind. He could possibly make him an even more profitable offer
- offering him to become an equal partner in the auction sale this evening.
Or, better, an equal partner in any sale of sex slaves. He would lose, by
doing so, but this way he no longer had to pay for Jacques' advise or for
Dan's services. Yes, he would share with him everything to the last dollar
- he couldn't be more generous than that!

But Yung Chem had to die, at any price!

He glanced up at the December gray sky. In the States there was always the
same horrible weather as in England. Dan choose that fucking Queens as the
auction's place just because it was close to his investigation agency. The
house, a two story building, was registered under the name of a Panama
company. In reality, it belonged to Rowland. A couple of middle aged
Hungarians, very discreet and reliable, were living there providing the
preliminaries and keeping the books updated.

Dan and Jacques had planned a procedure for the adult slaves - they were
Jacques' patients, young men skillfully driven to desire to be sexually
dominated and taking part to the auction under the advice of their doctor,
Jacques Roux. They stayed in the house for a short time, a little more than
forty eight hours. They had to sign a document and to make a voice
recording where they stated they were doing this willingly. That
declaration was an assurance against any attempt at blackmail or pressing
charges. As happened with the minors unsold at the auction, the unsold
adults were sent to cruise in Manhattan's streets, or sold to American
pimps. Sometimes they were brought back to England by Rowland.

The boys Rowland choose among his London Charity Foundation's group, were
left in company with two gay men who had worked for him for years. They
both were really skilled with the boys. They dutifully prepared them for
their destiny. The group of boys were taken to the auction place one week
in advance. They all were sleeping in a wide room where was placed only a
king size bed and a set of inflatable camping mattresses on the floor. In
the bed were the two young men and the boy they took in turn with them. It
wasn't a complete and thorough "weaning" like that performed on Chem's
island, but it was fast and just as effective.

Dan's men, the most beautiful group of tough guys Rowland ever saw, insured
the security of the house. Payments for the auctioned slaves were accepted
only in cash and no returns were allowed. On the other hand the clients had
all their time before the auction to evaluate and appreciate the items,
also thanks to private meetings they could have in special cubicles. The
net income for Rowland never was under two million dollars. Nobody ever
complained about the purchased slave.

That night, when he claimed his luggage at the airport, a Puerto Rican with
his name written on a sign board was waiting for him. Mister Firestone, the
man explained him, was waiting for him with his car. The polite Dan, who
normally carried his luggage, had evidently decided to keep a low profile.
Perhaps he couldn't stand the rain. After a three minutes walk, Rowland saw
the Puerto Rican pointing him to a limousine parked behind a small green
shuttle bus connecting the various terminals of the airport. Suddenly he
felt excited, relieved and safe. Dan would for sure be enthusiastic about
his new offer. He knew that, sure, he really knew that. He tapped on the
Puerto Rican's shoulder, pointed at the open trunk of the limousine and
accelerated his pace leaving him behind to unload his luggage. The back
door was ajar, ready to welcome him inside.

With a sigh of relief he sat on the back seat of the limousine - he would
for sure come out from all this shit like a real lord!

"Dan, you can't imagine how happy I am to..."

Rowland gasped in surprise. In a muddle with panic he felt an icy
sensation, then hot and again icy. He withdrew, but there was no escape -
the door was suddenly shut and the lock clicked. Rowland, his heart
furiously drumming in his chest, held his breath. He tried to swallow, but
couldn't. In the back seat, next to him, was seated Yung Chem taken up with
softly singing and trimming his nails with a small nail-file.

Neither said a word while the chauffeur was paying the porter and went back
to resume his position at the steering wheel. Jeff Dalton, with his Chicago
Bulls' cap, turned from the front seat to look at Rowland. When the
limousine left the terminal, the English man felt a long, unpleasant shiver
on the back of his neck. He was desperately trying to resume his self
control.

Chem brushed the nails of his left hand against the lapel of his light gray
coat. "Soon it will be Christmas - the feast of peace. May everybody live
in peace, then," he said in a sweet tone talking to nobody in particularly.
Then stared at him. "A change in plans, Rowland. I decided to come and take
little Terry in person instead of waiting for him to be delivered to me.
I'm really anxious to have him for my pleasure. Did you have a good
journey? British Airlines are really my preferred ones. None other serves
better lunches. And what about the British Airlines' tea? Unique!"

Rowland put down his briefcase and his whiskey bottle over a copy of the
Wall Street Journal lying on the seat between him and Chem. He had to
regain his composure. "Behave yourself. Be calm and pretend nothing has
happened" he thought. He had been taken by surprise. He had really hoped to
never see this paranoid bastard again. Now he had to find answers to his
questions about the lost eight million dollars. He had to weigh each of his
words carefully. His life depended on his answers. Could he maintain his
calm until the meeting with Dan? If he could not succeed, he could only
rely on God.

He greeted Chem patting a hand on his thigh, "Chem, darling. What a nice
surprise. I'm sorry but I don't share your enthusiasm for the British
Airways' meals. And the tea they serve, that looks to me like cat's piss,
if you want my opinion. But what about Dan? I thought he was coming to meet
me..."

His voice had too sharp a tone, but he was unable to control it.

"Yes, he hinted at the fact you had to meet, but decided it was better if
you and I had a little tête à tête. There is the problem of my eight
million dollars you lost..." Chem said with a soft voice, gently brushing
Rowland's arm.

Rowland lowered his eyes down to his hands he was now keeping clenched in
his lap, "Believe me, Chem, I'm as much upset as you are. I wanted to
explain to you how it happened, but had no means to contact you. You are
always moving and..."

"I see. Tell me how it happened, then."

"I assume full responsibility for your loss, of course. I'll give you back
all the money to the last penny..."

Chem raised a finger toward Jeff, smiling. "You see? I told you, he is a
man full of resources. Never underestimate Rowland, I told you Jeff,
right?"

"Sure, I also told Dan. You can ask him. Where is Dan now?"

"At his Jacques' home. They have a small problem, as you know. We will meet
him before the auction. He is waiting for me to deliver me my little Terry.
He says the lad is a difficult boy - so much the better, I'll find more
pleasure in taming him, in subduing him to my pleasure. I'm already aroused
just thinking about it, here feel!" Chem said keeping Rowland's hand and
pushing it between his legs.

The Englishman felt a slight disgust and embarrassment feeling the hard
consistency of the man's erection and that gesture was too intimate.
Physically, Chem didn't appeal to him at all. Rather Jeff, seemed to be a
real stud.

It was curious, Rowland thought, in such a delicate and dangerous
situation, he could think about how much he would love to be fucked by
Jeff... He withdrew his hand and to calm down he massaged his forearm, a
system he learned in a yoga course. Suddenly he got a fantastic idea.
Perhaps somewhat dangerous, but it was worth taking the risk. As long as he
didn't meet Dan, he had to take the initiative with Chem who believed
himself to be so good in surprising people. Rowland had already bought
Dan's alliance. He had now to buy some time with Chem. He would chat with
him long enough to allow Dan to solve his problem. The elegant oriental man
who was seated next to him, who presumed to be so shrewd, was near being
fooled.

"Chem, darling, I thought not to tell you until it became a fait accompli,
that is, when I really have all the money in my hands. But I sent a dozen
more boys from London and they will be here on the seven p.m. flight, hence
in time for the auction. Moreover I intend to rise the starting prices of
the auction. This sale will give me double what was previewed, that is at
least four million. And then, do you remember, I told you that an estate
agent found an Arab, a man rolling in wealth, who is ready to pay a fortune
for my house, didn't I? With all the foul-ups that have happened in their
land, many sons of Allah are very eager to move to London. They buy English
estates paying crazy sums of money for them. At first I refused, you know
that. But before leaving I heard that the estate agent and his Arab client
are still eager to buy my home and ready to pay not less than two million
pounds for it, which is the other half of your eight million. So, in a few
days, you will have back everything. It will be enough if after the auction
you come back to London with me and everything will be settled."

Rowland was very nervous, and cheekily lying. There would not be more boys
on auction and even less his beloved house for sale, at any price. But Dan
would eliminate Chem before he could become aware of his lie, therefore...

"I was expecting nothing less from you, Rowland. You didn't disappoint me,
you behaved according to your nature. Really. You are fantastic." the
Korean said toying with his nail-file.

"Well, I am in debt to you, and don't want to lose your confidence..."

"Yes, I too am in debt to you, Rowland!" Chem said softly and violently
thrusted the nail-file in the man's thigh.

Rowland screamed and kicked him in the leg. Paying no attention to the
pain, Chem yelled an insult at him and grabbed him by the throat. Rowland
tried to free himself with both hands but Chem, beside himself with rage,
was relentlessly clasping his throat. The English man felt his strength
abandon him. His head was aching. He felt like his eyes were bursting out
of his head. He heard the Korean abusing him in English.

Suddenly Chem let him go, pushing him away and throwing a punch into his
stomach. Rowland found himself curled on the floor at the Korean's feet.

"Who do you think you are going to cheat, you tart! Our Dan is not stupid -
killing me would solve your problems but would not give him any advantage.
He thought about that and wisely decided to turn down your proposal and
make an agreement with me. Let me tell you that he will be largely rewarded
for being trustworthy to me."

"What are you talking about? I'm not a man to kill anyone, you should know
me. Dan invented everything and I can't understand why..." Rowland gasped
trying to find a way out.

"Dan records all his telephone conversations. He is wise. He made me listen
your conversation."

Rowland closed his eyes. Chem continued: "You tend to underestimate people
and at the same time you have too high of an opinion about yourself, like
any Englishman does. The main thing for Dan is Jacques' destiny, you had to
know that. If he did the dirty job for you, he would only shorten Jacques'
life, didn't you think about that? Evidently not..."

When the limousine turned to take the rain wet loop road, Chem bent over
Rowland. An instant later the English shouted a yell while the Korean's
fingers clasped his throat like a steel vise.

"I don't want to die... please, don't kill me..." Rowland wheezed.

Chem took Rowland's whiskey bottle and raised it looking at its label,
while with the other hand continued clasping his throat, "If you bought it
at the duty-free, they cheated you. They make you pay more than in the
liquor stores, didn't' you know?" he said and hit him in his face with the
bottle.

Shaking with shudders, Rowland curled in on himself. Chem hit him furiously
until the Englishman was still.

"I want back my money, whore, stinking piece of shit... my money... my
money..."

In the front seat Jeff signaled to Naoki to stop the car.

While the limousine left the lane, Jeff turned back and took the bottle
from Chem's hand, "You'll never get back your money if you crush his
skull."

He got over the seat, bent near Rowland and felt for his heart beat on his
throat. Then stood up looking at Chem who had half opened the window and
was breathing heavily, his eyes closed, still shuddering with rage. "He's
dead."

Chem opened his eyes, "No, I only hit him a couple of times..."

"More than a couple of times, I'd say. You loose your temper and this is
nothing new."

"What shall I do, now?" Chem asked, annoyed, starting to cool down.

"Let's take care of his corpse. We'll eliminate anything that would help to
identify him then we'll leave him on the road. He can possibly be run over,
it could seem like an accident and that will reduce any investigation to a
minimum.

Chem nodded. Ten minutes later, while the road was desert, working fast
under the chilly rain, Jeff and Chem threw the lifeless body of Rowland
into a large water puddle that hid it quite completely, then went back
inside the car. The limousine had just resumed its way when they saw the
lights of an oncoming vehicle. Chem and Jeff remained to watch the lights
from the back window. It was a Schoolbus from Harley Christian School,
which ran over Rowland's corpse and continued its ride. It was over.

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While Chem was talking with Rowland in the limousine, Kevin Black received
an urgent call from Silvan who told him that they had reached the end of
the line. He could find Terry and they could trap not only Dan Firestone
but a lot of other people involved in the illicit traffic of currency and
money recycling. They had a really good stroke of good luck,

Kevin passed to take Charlie and run to see Silvan. Meanwhile, the man was
giving orders to remove Andres from the prison and was preparing fake
documents for Thomas, Rowena and Andres to allow them to expatriate to
Venezuela. Rowena and Thomas would appear as husband and wife. The diaries
were so precious that Silvan even agreed to take the eight million dollars
of Yung Chem that Thomas stole from Rowland, giving him back eight clean
million dollars. As soon as Andres arrived, the three people would be put
on board on a plane and sent with their counterfeit documents and good
money to Venezuela. Nobody would ever hear about them again.

Kevin was happy - Russell Fort's death seemed to have shut an important
track for him, but now an exceptional one was opening up. More than a
track, it seemed like a twelve lane highway. Dan Firestone and many other
people would never again harm somebody, and thank to all the charges they
could now make against them, they would never be released from prison. Yes,
Kevin was really happy. Also Silvan was bursting with satisfaction from his
ruddy big face. They carefully prepared the round-up. Kevin got to give the
priority to Terry's rescue and also that Charlie went with them - he
intended to entrust him with the little boy, knowing the affection that
bonded both of them. At this point, the boy had no one but the young man.
Kevin talked about that with Charlie and the young man said he was ready
and happy to apply to the courts for custody of Terry.

Silvan asked Charlie: "Sergeant Black told me he wants you to be part of
our round-up in Jacques Roux's house. Now I would like to know from you
personally the reasons pushing you to ask to come with us. Are you aware
that, first it is dangerous, and second your presence can hamper us?"

"I talked with sergeant Black while coming here. The problem is neither my
safety nor that I want to get in your way. I'll keep myself aside, don't
worry, I'm not a hero nor a fool or an idiot. But Terry suffered so much
with all this and he still doesn't know that his parents were killed. I am
the only, dear and true friend left to him. The first person he has to see
is me, the one who will take care of him. Seeing a policeman he can fear
it's another trap. He can't remember sergeant Black. It has been eight
years since he last saw him. We should not give Terry a new shock. I'm also
Terry's godfather, besides being a dear friend. He will need a known face,
mainly now that his mother is dead. Why are you so worried about me?"

"Young man, you are new to this kind of game. None of us know you. Except
perhaps sergeant Black, and even he doesn't know you that well from what
I've heard. And anyway, even if you were working for our government, you'd
not forced to come with us. Honestly, I'm afraid you would not be able to
cope with the situation."

"I'll come, in any case. I know were that psychiatrist's home is. And if
somebody tries to stop me, I'll go and see a lawyer and we'll see if you
can stop me. Terry, for you, has no special meaning, he is just one more
kidnapped boy, possibly one among many, just a number. But to me he is more
than important. I'm deadly afraid at the thought of what could happen to
him and what could happen to me. But I'll be there at any price. You cannot
stop me. And I'll really be more of an hindrance coming by my own than
coming with you, don't you think so?"

"Young man, far from me trying to stop you. I just wanted to check what
mold were you cast from, to be able to act so properly. By the way, if you
ever decide to work for the government, give me a call - I like your
determination. Anyway, as Black wants you there... if something goes wrong,
so much the worse for him who brought you here. Well, let's go, then.
Mister Yearley, you heard our plan. Keep a low profile until it is time to
rescue the boy. And by the way, it is not true that they are just a number
for us - each kidnapped boy, for us too, is first of all a human case. We
too have a heart, believe me..." the Treasure Agent said raising his
imposing mass from the chair. He smiled to Charlie then threw a piercing
glance to Kevin, "I knew that with you in my way I would gain only
troubles. I should hate you, do you know? Let's go, the sooner we end with
this, the better I'll breath."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER FIFTEENTH

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