Hot & Spicy: De La Cruz Saga (46 page)

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
 

THE
PARAMEDICS
ARRIVE
AND
START
to check mama Queta vitals. They are concerned with her blood pressure and unconscious state. The paramedics take her to the ER. Mr. De la Cruz went along, leaving los muchachos behind to deal with all the agencies that are arriving.

“Si, padre, go with mi madre. I will talk to all the government agencies y mis tios,” said Jose Enrique, starting to take control of the situation.

“Si, mi hijo,” said papa Francisco, getting into the ambulance with his esposa with concern on his cara.

Jose Enrique calls his tios to get them over and to inform them of what is taking place.

Greg and Carlos are taking control in giving the police, FBI, and CIA all the kidnapping information and the note.

“Agent McKenzie and Agent Corona, I need to speak to you,” said SO Officer Jackson, walking to the side of the cuarto near the French doors that led to the patio to have a little privacy. “Can you advise me why you didn’t inform me of your marriages?”

“Sir, we didn’t want this to affect our mission. We didn’t want to risk being transferred,” said Greg, looking at Carlos who’s nodding in agreement.

“Sir, we needed to be close to our wife and family to monitor the cartel. We feared for their safety. Look what happened right under our nose. We never thought that they would kidnap our wives,” said Carlos with pain and fear in his ojos.

SO Officer Jackson sees the terror, pain, and frustration that his agents are under. Carlos and Greg are trying to control their emotions.
I really feel bad for them, and I pray that everything will work out. I know that the director has requested to have the Navy SEALs deployed to rescue the women.

“I just finished speaking to Commander Martin. He advised that CIA director Young has requested the Navy SEALs to be deployed in extracting the young ladies, your wives. The note actually allowed us to determine fairly quickly the whereabouts of this new drug cartel lord. He is definitely a new drug cartel lord that is anxious to take over California, and he has control of Baja California,” said SO Officer Jackson, looking at Greg and Carlos’s relief on hearing that the Navy SEALs is being deployed.

“I believe that your brother and a De La Cruz are part of the Navy SEALs. I think that they are part of the team that is being deployed,” said SO officer Jackson, looking at Carlos’s reaction.

“Yes, sir, that is correct. They are family,” said Carlos, looking at SO Officer Jackson with some relief that his hermano and Christian are part of the team that is being deployed.

“Have you heard anything on the FBI agent that was kidnapped by the other drug cartel lord in central Mexico?” asks Carlos, knowing that la familia is really concerned for Claudia. “The FBI agent is my wife’s cousin.”

“Yes, we’re aware of this. The Delta Force has been deployed in rescuing the FBI agent De La Cruz,” said SO Officer Jackson, feeling some empathy for the De La Cruz family.

“Is there a reason why the De La Cruz family was not advised of this?” asks Greg, feeling very pissed off at the government agency.
I have never before felt this immense disappointment and frustration in our government,
he thought with extreme pain
.

“Agent McKenzie, you and I know that the government doesn’t communicate any information until they want to. You know it’s always on a need to know,” said SO Officer Jackson with some weariness.

This is a really difficult mission, and the cartel is very difficult to locate. They move around so much and so quickly. I pray that these young ladies get rescued, because from what we have learned about this family they are good, hardworking, upstanding American citizens and don’t deserve this pain.

CIA commander Martin went to make the call to CIA director Young and gave him the intel. “Director Young, we have new developments on the De La Cruz family. At approximately 2200, three young ladies were kidnapped by the new cartel drug lord in Baja California. We have the intel on the kidnapping. Sir, requesting assistance from the Navy SEALs for extraction,” said Commander Martin, waiting for the response.

“Commander Martin, I will make the request. Forward the intel,” said the CIA director Young, going to his office and ending the call.

Jose Enrique walks to his officina in la casa to call his tios.
This is surreal. I also need to call Jessy’s padres. Dios mio, please protect Jessy, Paty, y Bella. I know that mis tios and Jessy’s padres are going to be devastated. I need to make sure that they don’t become ill like mi madre.

The call is answered by his tio Jose Arturo immediately. “Mi hijo, que pasa?” he asks with anxiety, knowing that something is wrong if Jose Enrique is calling at this time of the noche.

“Tio Jose Arturo, I need you y mi tia Maria, to be furete. Tios, I need you to come over to mi casa. Greg, esta aqui tambien, it is about Bella. Tio, Bella has been kidnapped along with Paty y Jessy,” said Jose Enrique in a low, tortured voz.

“Oh dios mio, no!” yells out his tio Jose Arturo, doubling over in dolor, trying to control his tears, turning to look at his esposa, Maria. “Mi hijo, we’re on our way.” He ends the call.

Jose Enrique walks out of the office, knowing that his tios will be arriving in moments. They live around the corner.

“Que pasa?” asks his esposa, Maria, trying to remain calm. “Por favor dime,” she implores, looking at his pained cara.

“Mujer por favor take it with calma, our Bella, Paty, y Jessy have been kidnapped,” said her esposo, Jose Arturo, wiping his tears, trying to be strong for his esposa, and attempting to swallow the huge knot of emotions that has formed in his throat.

“Oh dios mio, no puede ser,” she yells out in an excruciating dolor that is causing a tight, agonizing feeling in her corazon, making it difficult to breathe. She went down onto her knees not being able to support her grief, weeping into her manos, burying her cara. Her entire body is sobbing uncontrollably.

Su esposo Jose Arturo went to his esposa pulling her up into his brazos, rubbing her back and trying to pacify her. “Mujer, we need to go to la casa de Francisco,” he said, pulling her up, handing her robe to her, and grabbing his going to the garage to get into the carro.

The good thing is that we all live close to each other,
thought Jose Arturo, driving down the street. They arrive at la casa de Francisco and he tenderly assist his esposa, Maria, out of the carro, hugging her as they walk to the front door.

The casa is full of gente, and they went to Greg. “Greg, que paso?” asks Jose Arturo, waiting for him to give him all the details. He assists his esposa, Maria, to the sofa and sits down next to her, taking her mano in his. He waits for Greg to answer.

“Señor, señora, the drug cartel kidnapped mi Bella,” he said through clenched teeth, trying to hold back his anguish y tears. “We were at the club enjoying our evening when nuestras mujers were kidnapped.”

“Si, tio, we did not know when or how it happened. Jessy, Paty, y Bella went to el cuarto de mujers, y they were taking too long. We decided to go look for them. We discovered that they had been kidnapped,” said Jose Enrique with dolor, terror, y frustration. “The CIA, FBI, and the Navy SEALs are on it. They are at this moment rescuing them.”

“Si, señores,” said Carlos, looking at them. “Greg y yo somos agentes de la CIA.” He looks at them, trying to see if they will be pissed off at them for not telling them.

“We infiltrated la familia’s company to gather intel on the drug cartel. The CIA Crime and Narcotics Center analyze the impact of the drug trade and of organized crime on US national security. The CIA follows trafficking methods, routes, and we monitor the cooperation between organized crime groups, traffickers, and terrorists.” He turns to look at Jose Enrique y Greg to get some support. “Greg and I are part of the CIA targeting analyst’s team. We gather intel. We use state-of-the-art tools to identify key individuals, gangs, movements, and mechanisms in criminal organizations. That is how we learned about the drug cartel lord calling your compania. Greg y yo infiltrated into your compania to gather intel. This intel assists to help guide the intel operations, support law enforcement investigations by analyzing the intel that we collect. This is often accomplished from the field and assists in our efforts to put these groups out of business.”

“Si, the drug cartel has been calling Jose Enrique to force la familia De La Cruz compania to work with them in money laundering,” said Greg, looking at their astonishment and horror.

“Mi hijo, is this true? Why did you not tell us, tus tios y tus padres?” demands his tio Jose Arturo, standing up to go and stand in front of Jose Enrique, waiting for his response.

“Tios, we didn’t want you, mis tios y mis padres, to worry. We told the drug cartel that we are not interested. They have been attempting to force us by beating Ricardo up and sabotaging our jobsites,” said Jose Enrique. “The FBI y CIA told us that they are going to capture the drug Cartel lord.”

“Si, mi hijo, but we needed to know this. We needed to protect our familia,” said his tio to Jose Enrique, looking at him and shaking his cabeza. “Where are Francisco and Queta?”

“Tio, mi madre fainted, y the paramedics took her to the ER, y mi papa went with her,” said Jose Enrique, looking pale and distraught.

“Have you called tu tio Jorge? He needs to know what is happening to la familia y the threat from the drug cartel,” said his tio Jose Arturo, pulling out his cell to call his hermano. The call is picked up by his hermano swiftly. “Si?” asks his hermano Jorge, knowing that it is an emergency. They all agreed to call at any time when there is any type of threat to la familia.

“Hermano, I need you to come over to Francisco’s. We have an urgent matter to deal with,” said his hermano Jose Arturo. After ending the call, he walks to the government agencies to demand some answers.

“Señores, I am Jose Arturo De La Cruz, and I want all the information that you have on the whereabouts of my daughters and when we will have them home,” he requested with authority. “I want to know what you, the government, are doing to protect my family and business.”

The CIA officer and the FBI agent turned to look at Mr. De La Cruz and realized that he is not a man to take lightly or to give half answers.

Mr. De La Cruz stands firm, tall, and strong at his fifty-five years of age. His hair is black with some white at the temples. His green ojos are full of rage and hard-life experiences.

They both stepped up to advise him of the status of his daughters. “Señor De La Cruz, we have intel that at this very moment the Navy SEALs are on the mission to extract your daughters. They are being deployed to extract your daughters,” said the CIA officer Jackson looking at Señor De La Cruz with respect.

“I want to know what the FBI is doing about rescuing mi niña, Claudia De La Cruz. We were informed six days ago about her being held by the cartel in central Mexico. This is beyond ridicules, and I demand that my daughter get extracted immediately. We are hardworking American Citizens. We are not or ever will be involved with the lowlife drug cartels. My familia has done nothing wrong. I will call my senator, the attorney general, on Monday morning and have my attorney’s at the U.S. attorney’s office in this district on this. I demand immediate action from this government.”

The FBI agent McDonald advised Señor De La Cruz that the Delta Force at that moment is extracting his daughter in central Mexico. “Mr. De La Cruz, the FBI director Edge has requested the assistance of the Delta Force to extract our FBI agent De La Cruz. There has been a delay due to unforeseen circumstances in the extraction,” said FBI agent McDonald, looking at Mr. De La Cruz with sincere empathy and regret. “We have intel that states that Ms. De La Cruz is with the Delta Force extraction team and is waiting for pickup.”

“This is good to hear, but I want to know why your agencies have kept all of this a secret? We have the right to know what is transpiring every single minute that my daughters are in danger,” he spitted out in anger, the vein at his temple throbbing from the strength of his emotions. “There is absolutely no reason why we should be going through this.”

“Mr. De La Cruz, on behalf of the United States FBI Agency and CIA Agency, we apologize for our inadequacy in handling this situation. You are totally correct and in your right,” said SO officer Jackson.

Jose Enrique stands behind his tio Jose Arturo and hears the information that the FBI agent and CIA officer told him.
Si, the SEALs are on their way to get mi Jessy, Paty, y Bella. Damn, I still have to call Jessy’s padres. I hate doing this to them.