The FBI jet touched down in Colombia late Friday night. Alex had leftover fortune cookies for his dinner. "Good thing I got extra" he joked. "The last one said 'don't drink the water'. Ha!"
Charlie and Alex were met by the Colombian police, and they weren't looking all that friendly. "I understand you're here investigating the plane crash. "It went down in an isolated area with rugged terrain. Will you be wanting to visit the site" asked the officer who was apparently in charge, likely the captain.
"Yes" said Charlie. "We would like to go there first thing in the morning. Can you arrange for our transport to the hotel?"
"Yes" was the brusque response. "Sergeant, please escort these agents to the hotel and see that they have whatever they need."
"Thank you Captain, good night."
Charlie and Alex climbed into the police car and off they went, arriving at the hotel in 20 minutes. They checked in and ordered up some room service so they could get started and lay out a plan for tomorrow. "What'll it be tonight? Burgers or some local fare?"
"Anything but Chinese, I don't need any more good fortunes," laughed Alex, checking Facebook. "You won't believe what Diane is saying about me. She thinks I made it up, that I'm really out on the town tonight. Ha! I'm really living it up right?"
"What did you tell her anyway. Never mind, I don't want to know" said Charlie shaking his head. Alex fancied himself quite the ladies man.
After chowing down on a large plate of empanadas and tamales, they got down to brass tacks. "We'll visit the crash site first then we'll talk to everyone who ever had contact with Tomas. His company has an office here. Opening yet another file, "it says here a Jorge Hernendez is the manager. He's been there for about two years. Maybe he knows something...if he'll talk.
The alarm rings at 6:00 and after a breakfast of fresh fruit and Spanish tortillas, they met the Sergent to drive to the crash site, or at least as far as they could go by jeep. They had to hike the rest of the way. "Why didn't I think to bring insect repellent," complained Alex to no one in particular?
"At least it went down over land. We could be wearing flippers instead of hiking boots," said Charlie, swatting another mosquito.
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Between the fire that raged through the wreckage, and the subsequent rain, most of the personal effects of the passengers was destroyed. However, Alex found the remnants of a briefcase. It had been thrown so far from the plane it survived the fire, and the local investigators had missed it.
"Good job Alex," Charlie congratulated. "Maybe that briefcase holds the key to who wanted who dead. In the meantime, we go see Mr. Hernendez."
"Sergeant, we're ready to go now."
To catch up with the story so far:
Beyond the Window
Risky Business
Aliens, Really?
The Colombians
