Chapter 380

When I checked the email, I found one from someone called Wolf. I knew that it was a dummy account for Peter. The email simply said call me. I had told him to leave me a dead drop email and I would call him. It was only part of the cyber security, which I forced on him.

I explained to him that one day someone would grab his computers and try to trace his movements back to me. He needed to set up a system to make if difficult, if not impossible to do. One thing about ole Peter the Wolf, he listened.

He explained that he went to a swap meet in Tryon. There he bought a five year old laptop. He got a really good deal because it had a very small hard drive and memory capacity. It also was at least two generations behind in processors.

"A big processors and lots of memory is very. very important if you are playing games, or downloading movies. However, if you are just going to do research. a slower, older computer is fine. Memory might be a good thing, but most computers, even the old cheap ones, can have more memory added. That's what I did." he explained.

"Okay, so now you have an old computer that they can grab and trace back to me?" I suggested.

"Well not easily. I took the hard drive out completely so it is impossible for the computer to save information internally." He saw my curious look. "I went into the BIOS and forced it to recognize the USB drives and to write to them, It isn't even a hard thing. Most BIOS programs have a setting you just need to engage it."

"Okay, so if you have no hard drive how does it work?" I asked.

"I run the operating system from a CD. It loads into the RAM memory and just runs from there. If I download anything it goes to the USB drive, aka thumb drive. When I am finished with the session, I remove the thumb drive and put it in my pocket. I can dump it if they come to the door with a warrant."

"And if you don't dump it and the cops get it?" I asked.

"The number one program on the drive is an encryption program. If they break the encryption but don't do it exactly right, there is the nuclear option. It totally destroys the drive making it unusable for about twenty thousand years. It is truly a thing of beauty. The whole system was devised by a hacker name Bullrider." Peter said.

"He sounds gay," I replied.

"Who knows and who cares in cyber space," Peter informed me.

"So your home computer is clean?" I asked. I was about to suggest that being totally clean would be suspicious as well.

"Not exactly, I have some pictures of naked women on it. Just in case they do grab it. I want them to find something. Another suggestion from Bullrider," he informed me.

"Very good plan. Do I know any of the women?" I asked playfully.

"You might," he replied mysteriously.

I placed the call to his burn cell phone. I was a little surprised that he was still using the older one. "Peter, you need a new phone," I suggested.

"After this call, I'm going to the marina." he said.

"I didn't need to know that," I replied. Just to let him know not to trust anyone. "So what do you know?"

"I know that you are dealing with one miserable son of a bitch. He is one of the worst mother fuckers it has ever been my displeasure to run across. The family, that's who has the lease on the casino is one nasty bunch of assholes. The head of the family came to the USA after the fall of the Shaw of Iran. He took all the money he could smuggle out and ran. He knew the new regime would behead him as an enemy of Islam. He wasn't wrong either.

So he came to the US with something like two million bucks on deposit in Europe. He invested in things that would make the most money. From night clubs and disco's to illegal back room casinos. The night clubs sold drugs and he took a cut.

He married and had children. In the tradition of those third world countries he took them into the family business. He brought them in, when they were old enough to understand his warped sense of right and wrong. The last few years he has tried to get the kids into more legitimate, but still highly profitable operations. Enter the Cruise ships," Peter explained.

"Okay so far I don't much like the family, but there are lots of family's, which I don't like," I said.

"This son of a bitch decided five years ago he wants to die back in the old country. But he wants to take a lot of his money home with him, and leave his kids in the west with a big chunk of it as well." Peter said.

"Go home to die, that isn't all that unusual either," I said.

"Remember he is still on the revolutionary guard's kill on sight list. So he can't go home without making a deal. He also doesn't want to go back to Iran to live in poverty. So he started to negotiate with the Quds Force quietly. The cocksucker has been helping them smuggle men and bombs from Iran to the West.

Your operative friend thought he had turned Akmed, but Akmed rolled over on him. His price was a ticket home. That is the story anyway and it plays well with the facts I can find."

So because we have a wimp in the white house, we won't touch Akmed, since he is in bed with the Iranians. Some members of the government sure as hell don't want him to walk away clean. That explains why there is going to be a coordinated raid on this cocksucker. Since we have who we have in the Oval Office, it also explains why I am doing this and not their own people. I would bet my ass that the admiral has people on the other two cruise ships, where Akmed leases the casinos. It added one more thing to the mix for me. One of Akmed's kids managed the casino on my ship for sure.