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Chapter 62 Inca Dream
“It’s almost two soccer fields long,” said Stacy looking at the wall sized plasma screen display of the Cardozo yacht. “I can see how you could live it on it. It’s bigger than most mansions.”
“I feel guilty about sending some of the world’s greatest art to live in Davy Jones Locker,” said Portia using the mouse to display the ship’s lowest deck. The area along the keel was of particular interest to Portia.
“What Locker,” asked an uncomprehending Stacy?
“Antique nautical expression, when people and things are lost at sea and never seen again, old salts referred to them as being in Davy Jones Locker,” said Portia.
“I didn’t know you were an old salt. I must reread Treasure Island,” said Stacy.
“Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, fifteen men on a dead man’s chest. Drink and the devil have done for the rest,” said Portia singing badly.
“If Stevenson was writing today, there would be rampant sodomy in Treasure Island,” said Stacy. “Jim Hawkins would have more to fear from Long John Silver than getting his throat cut.”
“Long John would have been interesting to me. We’ve never done sex with an amputee. At least I can’t recall screwing a one legged man,” said Portia.
“I have an amputee notch on my bedpost courtesy of the Oasis. The other dancers called him Skeletor. Actually he was a pretty nice guy who lived with his mother in Queens. He was horribly injured during the war and the other dancers couldn’t handle all the scars and missing limbs. I felt it was my patriotic duty to give him the best fuck possible for the least amount of money. We’ll have to add it to your list of untried perversions.”
“I’ll put a notice on Craig’s List, Goth Princess Seeks NSA Sex with Multiple Amputee,” said Portia. “Pic required.”
“Excellent idea, in movies about pirates, there is always a sweet innocent young cabin boy. Can you imagine what his fate was in real life?” said Stacy.
“Churchill wrote the three pillars of the British Navy were rum, the lash and sodomy,” said Portia.
“Speaking of sodomy, there’s a twelve person hot tub on the pool deck,” said Stacy reading from a book containing the building specifications for the yacht. “That sounds like fun and an excellent setting for a good old fashioned maritime orgy. I wonder what the Cardozo women will be like,” asked Stacy?
“According to the files on Ramón and Esteban, I predict Latina beauty queens. Beauty contests are muy grande in Latin American culture and having a winner on your arm is muy macho,” said Portia thumbing through a folder. “Wow, how would you like to do her,” asked Portia handing Stacy a publicity picture of a dark haired beauty dressed in a very small bikini.
“She is gorgeous. Who is she?” asked Stacy.
“Carina Medeiros, a former Miss Brazil and Miss Universe of two years ago, according to the file, she is Ramón Cardozo’s current mistress.”
“She may go to into that locker along with the art. Too bad, she’s a work of art herself,” said Stacy picturing Carina’s tongue traveling circles around her clit.
“Give me her picture back before you start diddling yourself,” said Portia reaching for the picture.
“Have you memorized the yacht’s layout,” asked Sir Charles as he entered the room?
“From stem to stern,” said Stacy standing up. “We’ve done the virtual tour a hundred times. I’ll dream about it in my sleep.”
“Good, it’s important you know the layout of the Inca Dream. You may have little time to act when the moment comes,” said Sir Charles.
“How long after the explosion before she sinks,” asked Portia?
“Reynolds estimates less than five minutes depending on how rough the sea is at the time. You must get into the life rafts without delay,” said Sir Charles. “That’s another reason a detailed knowledge of the ship’s layout is vital to your survival.”
At Sir Charles insistence, Stacy and Portia had spent hours memorizing the blue prints of the Inca Dream then being quizzed by Simone. Sir Charles had acquired a digital blueprint of the Inca Dream through payment of a substantial bribe to one of the builder’s nautical engineer. The blueprint drove a computer program that provided a virtual walkthrough. Portia and Stacy had practiced escaping to the life rafts from every part of the ship.
“It’s enormous,” said Stacy watching as Portia displayed a port side view of each of the five decks.
“At five hundred forty four feet, it is the largest private yacht in the world other than its sister ship. However, it has only forty staterooms compared to its sister’s sixty. The Cardozo’s wanted a less populated and more lavish ship. Over the last five years, they’ve been very active in the auction houses snapping up great art. There are also rumors the objects stolen three years ago from Boston’s Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum are on the Inca Dream,” said Sir Charles.
“Davy Jones Locker will have some new additions to its collection,” said Stacy.
“It can’t be helped,” said Sir Charles with a touch of sadness in his voice.
“What’s the top speed of the Inca Dream,” asked Portia?
“Its twin thirty five thousand horse power Cummins diesel turbines are capable of thirty knots but at that speed it has a limited range. Normal cruising speed is sixteen knots,” said Sir Charles.
“Any idea what’s that used for, Sir Charles,” asked Portia pointing to a large unmarked area on the bottom deck?
“That’s something of a mystery. The shipyard was told the owners would find a use for the space in their own time. I suspect it is an interrogation center and torture chamber,” said Sir Charles.
“A yacht with its own torture chamber, the Cardozo’s think of everything,” said Stacy.
“Much of the year, the Inca Dream is anchored in a protective cove near the port of Cartagena. The cartel controls the two peninsulas that border the cove. It’s impossible to gain entrance unless the cartel approves you. The locals are terrified of the Cardozos and stay away,” said Sir Charles.
“Why hasn’t the Columbian government shut them down,” asked Stacy. “Surely a few battalions of the army the US has trained could raid the area.”
“Yes, if they had orders to do it; however both the civilian and military have been bought and paid for from the billions earned by the cartel. You don’t shut down an organization that is depositing a few million a month to your Swiss account.”
“You said the dungeon is on board the Inca Dream. Are the brothers hands on when it comes time to use it?” asked Portia.
“Definitely, Ramón and Esteban Cardozo are both sociopaths. The Cardozos have a long family history of anti-social behavior. In the nineteen hundreds, Juan Garcia Cardozo was dictator of Colombia. Each year, he spent three months in Paris at the opera and the other nine in Bogotá butchering his enemies. Castration is normally part of their repertoire. The Cardozos are said to have removed the testicles of thousands of their enemies.”
“I recall reading about him. He would return from Paris, crush the revolution and execute the rebels in the public square,” said Portia. “His nickname was the Butcher of Bogotá,” said Portia.
“Precisely, Juan Carlos would gather the entire city to watch the executions. Impalement was his favorite method of execution because the person did not die immediately. Mercy was unknown to him. The rebel’s family, including his parents, spouse, and even small children were subjected to a very public and hideous death.”
“The Butcher of Bogotá was an opera lover,” said Stacy. “That seems weird.”
“He built an incredible opera house in Bogotá and paid a fortune to the greatest singers of his time to perform. After he died in his bed at the age of eighty three, the citizens burned it down.”
“Impalement is a poor means of making people like opera,” said Stacy.
“Juan Garcia was so feared a minister suspecting el Presidente meant to execute him died of fright when he unexpectedly stopped by to chat. Even today, mention the Cardozo name in Colombia and the righteous make the sign of the cross.”
“They seem to be very successful. Most of the drug lords have eventually been killed and their cartels broken up,” said Stacy.
“The Cardozos have been responsible for the elimination of competing cartels. They have proven to be very capable managers of what is a difficult and dangerous business.”
“So they’re smart, like Portia,” said Stacy.
“Stop with the smart Portia shit,” said Portia. “I want to be thought of a normal cock crazy slut like you.”
“Sorry,” said Stacy leaning over to kiss Portia’s cheek.
“Ramón has an IQ of one sixty five and has been diagnosed as manic depressive. He and Portia are equivalent in intelligence however Portia is much prettier. Esteban is only slightly less intelligent.”
“A genius drug lord who is a nut case,” said Portia. “What is his education?”
“Ramón attended the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. He studied electrical engineering,” said Sir Charles.
“A genius manic depressive drug lord with a degree from MIT, I’m surprised the entire country is required to do a line of coke every morning,” said Stacy.
“Ramón didn’t graduate. His girlfriend went missing. Two months later, a hunter stumbled over her badly decomposed body in a state park. The medical examiner said the cause of death was indeterminate but he did note her fingers and toes had been broken along with numerous bones in her face,” said Sir Charles.
“Ramón’s girlfriend turned up dead. The police must have questioned or arrested him,” said Stacy.
“They did. It seems that during the period Ramón was a student several coeds disappeared who had some contact with him. He was suspected but nothing could be proven,” said Sir Charles.
“But the case was never prosecuted,” asked Portia?
“No, this is a copy of the Cambridge Police Departments case file on the girl friend. Her name was Althea Hennessey,” said Sir Charles handing Portia a thick folder.
“She was very pretty. I remember this folder. It was in the filing cabinet at the Posse’s apartment,” said Stacy. “I didn’t get a chance to look at it.”
“Yes, note the names of the officers in charge of the case,” said Sir Charles.
“Detectives Michael Cabreeze and Louis Connors, now I know why Mike is always bragging about he had an in with the Cardozo Cartel. He squashed the case,” said Stacy.
“Correct, Ramón should have been arrested and tried for the torture murder of Miss Hennessey and perhaps others. However, Detective Cabreeze recognizing the potential value of having performed a major favor for some very important people in the drug trade covered up the real evidence. I suspect the Cardozos rewarded him with a large sum of cash and their loyalty.”
“What’s Esteban’s story?” asked Portia.
“Older brother by ten years, took a first at the London School of Economics, has a reputation for being highly organized and methodical. He speaks six languages. His investments of the cartel’s funds have tripled their value. His sexual preference focuses on his own gender.”
“Mark better watch his backside,” said Stacy.
“Both Ramón and Esteban share a taste for cruelty. The unmarked space on the Inca Dream’s blue print is undoubtedly a high tech facility devoted to interrogation and torture,” said Sir Charles.
“And you know this how,” asked Portia?
“The same firm that designed and manufactured some of the apparatus used in Club Josephine’s interrogation facility also did work for a corporate entity that I have recently traced back to the owners of the Inca Dream,” said Sir Charles.
“French water torture is so in,” said Stacy.
“Where I prefer classical methods, Wallace Sedgwick LTD’s work for the Cardozo’s focused on the latest technology. Electrical and sound driven apparatus replaced racks, whips, branding irons, etc. Ramón bragged to the firm’s director that he had invented a form of nanotechnology that attacked nerve receptors as the molecular level. The Managing Director said the Cardozos were personally involved in the selection and even suggested modifications to their purchases. It was a very lucrative business deal for the firm,” said Sir Charles.
“I’m surprised the firm’s management was willing to share information about another client,” said Portia.
“Wallace Sedgwick LTD is owned by a firm I have an interest in,” said Sir Charles.
“Shame on you, Sir Charles, owning a company that manufactures and sells instruments of torture, you should be ashamed,” said Portia laughing.
“My financial interest is a major source of intelligence regarding the evil of our planet. Besides, I prefer instruments of interrogation and persuasion. They certainly persuaded you two to join Club Josephine,” said Sir Charles.
“My pussy will never forget the ride you took it on. Let’s get back to the blueprints. Is this where the helicopter is anchored to the deck?” asked Stacy pointing to an area on the yacht’s fantail.
“Yes, a twelve passenger Sikorsky S-92, it will take you from the Miami airport to the Inca Dream which I assume will remain at least one hundred kilometers off shore,” said Sir Charles.
“And our escape plan,” asked Portia?
“The life rafts on the Inca Dream are the top of the Winslow line, absolutely the best available. You should be able to handle anything the Atlantic can come up with. Reynolds will be shadowing the Inca Dream in another smaller yacht. He will home in on your signal and pick you up in a matter of hours,” said Sir Charles.
“To summarize, I will plant sufficient explosives to blow out the bottom of the Inca Dream thereby creating a distraction allowing Stacy to shoot the two Cardozos. The Inca Dream will sink. We and other survivors will take to the life rafts. Reynolds will pick us up before the Coast Guard arrives. Simone will orchestrate a media and Internet release of selected files we copied from the apartment. Posse survivors if any will spend the rest of their life in prison.”
“There will be a large number of bad people going to prison as a result of the media release,” said Sir Charles. “But I have held back certain ones such as the Russos. We can’t have pictures of Stacia getting her bum spanked all over the Internet.”
“Thank you,” said Stacy. “I’m certain my parents appreciate your discretion.”
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