Heavy Traffic Ch. 17

DeMarcus glared at her as he considered his options for dealing with this bitch. Right at this time it was obvious that he didn't have any, so he finally bent down and pulled his underwear and pants back up and fastened them. He then finished getting dressed while the armed guards stood silent vigil around Amanda Wallace. Leaving his tie off, he had just finished putting his suit coat back on when Jeannie Sexton appeared at the entry door.

"My car is ready when you are Mr. Steele."

Amanda spoke as DeMarcus began his sulking exit from the room, "It has been a pleasure doing business with you DeMarcus. I'm sorry that your physical limitations relegate our friendship to a strictly professional one. Do have a safe flight." She then turned and walked out to the pool with her entourage of guards still surrounding her.

DeMarcus silently followed Jeannie Sexton through the house and out to her car. As they exited the estate, DeMarcus witnessed the transformation in visible security that had been absent when he had arrived. It looked like there was at least a company size detachment of armed guards at the front gates, patrolling the fences, and posted to block the one road entering the property from the highway. They provided no obstacle to their exit, but getting back in would be another question.

"Where were all dees security dudes when we arrived?" he asked Jeannie.

"Oh they were here, but hidden. Mrs. Wallace thought you might be intimidated by them."

"Well that was very considerate of her," he said, then sat quietly reviewing his time with Amanda Wallace on the drive back to the airport. While he had come away five million... wait, what was the extra twenty thousand for? Amanda had never told him. He remembered now that she had also never explained her interest in the girls. He pulled out his cell phone and called hers.

"Hello DeMarcus, did you forget something?"

"I think we both did. You never explained your interest in the girls, and I forgot to ask you what the extra twenty thousand dollars was for."

"That's right. Well DeMarcus, my interest in the girls and the extra money are related."

"How so?"

"The twenty thousand is to compensate you for me?"

"What da fuck are you talkin bout?"

"Didn't you lose the twenty thousand that the snuff film crew paid when Sean Wallace rescued me from them?"

The light finally went on in DeMarcus' head. An untraceable Australian lady. Captured along with the girls. No sign of her since last Wednesday...

"You be the bitch captured wit da girls?"

"I am in fact that very bitch DeMarcus. Welcome to your own personal hell."

Amanda disconnected and sent the text message she had been preparing prior to the call from DeMarcus Steele.

***

"There's the signal," said Elliot.

He moved his mouse cursor to the appropriate spot and clicked on the "execute" button. A pre-programed transaction immediately used the credentials captured from DeMarcus Steele to log into his off-shore bank and initiate a transfer of the entire thirty million dollars into the United States Treasury. Realizing that people frequently used the same credentials at all their financial institutions, these were used at the other domestic bank accounts identified as belonging to DeMarcus Steele. The Tri-Star Partner accounts were still frozen, so while the credentials most likely would have allowed access, the transfer would have been declined.

No matter. DeMarcus Steele was now effectively dead broke, which he would discover when he tried to use his ATM card to pay for parking at the Peachtree-DeKalb Airport in a little more than an hour.