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Return To San Diego
Return To San Diego
Return To San Diego
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Return To San Diego

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Jess Ward spent his childhood in the Point Loma area of San Diego.
Trouble then forced him to relocate and he wound up in Mexico.
The Mexican police raided his work place and Jess escaped.
Jess is now back in San Diego. But a Mexican drug cartel is looking for him.
Jess has a good day job in San Diego, but he has to walk the line.
Some adventures follow until Hess meets a La Jolla lady.

Extract:
My second week trudges past. I turn out my assigned work, as expected. (It has been some time since I worked as part of a software development team and I gradually work into the routine.)
Saturday morning, I’m getting ready to drop off and pick up laundry.
I see a large Mercedes sedan, parked outside my crummy little rental house. I go back and put on a T shirt. The T shirt is maybe a bit too small for me, but it shows my muscularity and that I’m not packing a gun.
I walk out my front door and face the big Mercedes. Two hard boys get out of the back and two manager types get out of the front. One of the manager types says, “You got money that belongs to us.”
I sneer, “Actually, I used the money to build my sumptuous pleasure palace.” (I wave at the rental house.)
The manager swallows the insult and says, “If you don’t have the money, who has the money?”
I lecture, “I was working for one of your operations, as you know. I was being watched closely, because I’m a gabacho. I didn’t sell out the operation, because I couldn’t sell out the operation. It is just barely possible that one of your low level people sold out the operation, but that’s not what happened, because that way lies death for the informant. That leaves us with Gilberto.”
The manager type says, “Gilberto has disappeared.”
I lecture, “I had just gone to the rest room, to relieve myself. Suddenly the operation was invaded by Mexican Army troops, Federales and maybe more. I put my head down and just ran over a few of the invaders, like the American football player that I once was. They probably could have shot me, but then they lose any information that I might have. I ran, I dodged, I put any obstacle that I could between me and the policia. I outran pursuit, although my legs and lungs were screaming ‘who me?’ at me. About that time, some idiot drove up in an unmarked car. I extracted idiot boy and drove off. I got to the border, via an unlikely route. I raided my escape vehicle for a gun, ammo and some Los Estados Unidos cash. I made it across the border, so hard pressed that I was willing to kill DEA people, for free. When I was in high school, I could run 100 meters in 10.7 seconds. I can still run 100 meters in 10.8 seconds, self timed. I may have run 100 meters in 10.6, or even 10.5 seconds, running away from the policia. It was not fun. I have no idea who the policia caught. If Gilberto escaped and you can find him, I will beat the information as to where your cash went, out of Gilberto, even if Gilberto doesn’t know.”
(The operation, where I was working had a large, strong safe, that contained the large amounts of money that the kind of operation dealt with. At some point in time, large amounts of the money had disappeared. Gilberto was responsible for the money. Gilberto had maybe called in the policia, to cover the disappearance of the cash, Gilberto had almost certainly arranged an escape, as the powers that be would have tried to extract the money from Gilberto. Gilberto didn’t have the money, because I had taken the money. Some idiot had hidden the combination to the safe in a computer file. I did a check to see which files had been accessed recently and found the hidden combination, which I then changed. I used the actual combination to open the safe and take large amounts of the money, in a duffel bag. I hid the money and then went back, much later, and retrieved the money. Gilberto had been skimming the money, to fund a lavish lifestyle.)

LanguageEnglish
PublisherR. Richard
Release dateJan 5, 2019
ISBN9780463670347
Return To San Diego
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R. Richard

I'm the co-author, with Sunset Thomas, of Anatomy of An Adult Film.I have 48 novels and over 299 short stories currently published.I spent my early years in the part of Los Angeles known as the South Central. I was known as Whi' Boy, which was sufficient to identify me in that place. I'm a skilled Kung Fu player, using a system that I learned from a Korean I knew only as 'Pak.' It would be easier to tell you the places that Pak wasn't wanted by the police, rather than the places where he was wanted by the police. Pak's Kung Fu system, augmented by some bits and pieces from some Chinese practitioners is quick and effective, or I wouldn't be alive today.My early education was mostly obtained by stealing books from the public library (I always returned them and the Librarian even began to provide me with reading lists.) I did go to high schools, but I never really learned anything there. I eventually graduated from the University of California at Los Angeles, UCLA, with a degree in mathematics.I work as a Systems Analyst and also make a part of my living as a professional gambler (legal in Nevada.) I write science fiction and erotica. My published novels are:Anatomy of An Adult Film (With Sunset Thomas)1. Second Chance: God Killer2. Second Chance: Sky Pirate3. Second Chance: Scroll Seeker4. Second Chance: King of The Islands5. Second Chance: King of Zaya6. Second Chance: Duke of Averon7. Second Chance: King of Golomon8. Second Chance: King Of The Sky9. Second Chance: Warlord of Ifrequeh10. Second Chance: King of Ariby11. Second Chance: King of Mesodania12. Second Chance: King of Avuls13. Second Chance: King of Kemet14. Second Chance: King of Zorran15. Second Chance: King of Two Worlds16. Second Chance: King of Averon17. Second Chance: King's Duties18. Second Chance: King of The New WorldAdventurer: Simulation ProblemAdventurer: Pannar ProblemA Programmer's GambitAmateur StripperBeach MurdersBondage HouseCorporate Sex SlavesFriday NightGo Naked In The SoftwareGrasshopper WinterInvoluntary NudeLayoffNot A HeroPirates of The KeysSummer of SexThe LakeThe Last Moon DanceThe Nude Adventures of Plain JaneThe Secret Life of Wanda WilsonTails of the Pussycat LoungeTo Keep A JobTopless RestaurantToy WhoresVix: The MarineWayward BoyShort Stories:A Christmas Visit

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    Return To San Diego - R. Richard

    Return To San Diego

    By R. Richard ©

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    Copyright 2019 R. Richard

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    Return To San Diego

    By R. Richard © 2019

    Chapter 1: Entry

    I lived my early life on Warner Street, in the Point Loma area of San Diego. Memories of the weather, the friends and the beaches flood back. No way can I appear to afford to move back to the Warner Street area of Point Loma, but I can’t resist driving past the old homestead. Then I can’t resist driving past Point Loma High School (the home of the Fighting Pointers and don’t you forget it!) on Chatsworth. Again memories of friends, sports victories and coeds flood back. Having got my nostalgia fixes, I then drive into downtown San Diego.

    I inspect a couple of rental houses, in downtown San Diego, then select what appears to be the least bad of the houses. I move in. I get my home computer hooked up, sign up for an Internet service and I then send a key e-mail.

    (I played tight end for the Fighting Pointers, back in my high school days. I was a tall, slightly skinny kid [six feet two inches tall, 210 pounds.] I have since benefited from scientific workouts and I’m now six feet four inches tall, 240 pounds of trained, corded muscle.)

    I have a job lined up with a contractor company, at the big government installation out on the point. Come Monday, I sign in.

    (Once I left Point Loma High School, my record indicates that I attended several junior colleges, across the United States and then graduated from the University of Texas with a degree in computer science. Many of the records are fake, but I do have the skills that one would expect of the holder of a Bachelor’s Degree in computer science. My employment record is a bit spotty, but I do have actual pay stubs from a few of my employers.) The Human Resources (AKA Personnel) lady says, Your name is Jess Ward, just Jess, not Jesse?

    I carefully reply, "Yes, my

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