Ebola K: A Terrorism Thriller: Book 3 by Bobby Adair

her?”
    “Nope.”
    “She didn’t say anything?”
    “She begged a little bit, but I told her to piss off.”
    “That’s good,” said Jimmy.  “You can’t do business with people you don’t trust.”
    Larry bit back the words that wanted to jump through the cellphone.  He didn’t feel like he should trust Jimmy.
    “You tell me if she wants anything.  Okay?”
    “Okay.” Larry nodded pointlessly.
    “I got a long list of people that want any serum you can get.  Are you still having difficulty getting it?”
    “They keep changing the system,” said Larry.  “I told you that.  I tell you that every time we talk.  This ain’t easy as you think, Jimmy.” Larry’s breath was snorting out his nose.  His frustrations were getting the better of him.
    “Be calm, man.  It’s okay.  We’ll work it out.  I’ll help as much as I can.  Just tell me what to do.”
    Shaking his head, Larry said, “There’s nothing you can do.  It’s got to be me.  I’m on the inside.  What are you gonna do, Jimmy? How are you gonna help me ?”
    “I’m going to make you rich, that’s what I’m going to do.”
    Larry snorted.  “You?”
    “We’re going to make each other rich.  Remember, you’re only half the equation.  Somebody’s got to sell this stuff.” Jimmy paused before he added, “You make what I do sound like a walk in the park.”
    “Ain’t it?”
    “No.” Jimmy’s voice lost all of its jovial friendship.  “You’re not the only one who’s in danger.  You haven’t been on the outside in too long a time.  Things out here are getting bad.  You can’t trust anybody.  Most of the police are gone.  The military only guards government buildings and hospitals.  You can get killed just by driving down the street.  There’s shortages on everything.  I haven’t had a beer in a month.”
    “Bullshit.”
    “No, man.  It’s true.  I’ve been drinking some other stuff.  Not beer, though.”
    “We got almost nothing in here to drink,” Larry groused.
    “I got two bottles of Jack the other day.” Jimmy was friendly again.  “You want one?”
    “ Both would be better.”
    “Okay,” said Jimmy.  “Okay.  You’re right.  I’ll send them both.  You’ll get ‘em tomorrow morning with the produce delivery.” Jimmy paused.  “Will I get anything back?”
    “Maybe.”
    “What’s that mean?”
    “Depends.  I’ve got a new thing working.  I may be able to sneak some serum before the truck arrives tomorrow.  Might not.  I might be a coupla days.  I don’t know for sure.  You gotta understand, I have to be careful now.  The officers are paranoid because they think somebody is stealing all the serum.”
    “All of it?”
    “You know what I mean.  Too much is going missing.”
    “We’re not getting that much,” said Jimmy, “not enough they’d even notice.  Are other guys doing this too?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Ask around, okay?”
    Larry laughed derisively.  “That’s not the kind of thing you just ask somebody.”
    “It could be.  Just be smart about it.  Beat around the bush.  Feel ‘em out.  You figure something out, but find out.  I’ll check on the outside and try to track the source from out here.”
    “Why?”
    “Because they’re our competition, Jimmy.  They’re keeping the price low and they’re being stupid by stealing too much from our source.  That’s why Colonel Holloway keeps changing the system—because of those greedy knuckleheads who want to steal our customers and our money.  They’re not smart like us.”

Chapter 16
    Olivia stared and blinked at her computer screen, trying to get her eyes to focus.  She’d spent way too many hours staring at the monitor, calling phone numbers that rang and went unanswered.  Calling other numbers, explaining who she was, that she was coordinating with the CDC.  “Why you?” That question always came up.  At first Olivia embarked on a lengthy, frilly explanation to