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The Hacker Who Becomes a Mafia Consultant in the Caribbean After a Diamond Coup in Bangkok

  by Stieve I Adams

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  The Hacker Who Becomes a Mafia Consultant in the Caribbean After a Diamond Coup in Bangkok

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  The Hacker Who Becomes a Mafia Consultant in the Caribbean After a Diamond Coup in Bangkok

  An Adventure Story by Stieve I Adams

  An old-fashioned adventure novel filled with international villains, beautiful women and noble adventurers. The action takes place in exotic countries with rare inhabitants.

  A cheeky diamond cupper in Thailand and a sinking in the Caribbean are the origins of a breathtaking story where a no-frightening computer salesman from Scotland will be in the centerpiece of the adventure.

  With the help of, among other things, a very black woman from Antigua, a Swedish tugboat in Singapore and a suddenly rich Count from England, they chase around the world to find the treasure. It becomes complicated because the main character happens to be employed as a consultant at a Mexican mafia group. Nevertheless, he succeeds in selling computers to a Sheik in United Arab Emirates!

  (This is a machine translation from Swedish to English, I have used Google Translate. That can explain that some words and sentences have not become as the author has ever thought of.)

  © Stieve I Adams, 2001. [email protected]

  Prolog

  The streets were packed with old cars and three-wheeled motorcycle taxi with tourists. Some tourists enjoyed the ride, others were determined not to fall off the vehicle. Buddhist monks in their red-brown caps seemed outside the temples. In the temples, Buddhist images were covered with gold leaf. In short, in Bangkok it was just as usual.

  Tourists visit the gem districts on their tours. There they meet the incredible overflow of red, blue, green and uncolored gems - there are tons of sapphires, opals and diamonds. They are waiting for more or less wealthy people who want to invest in gems. At small workbenches, the diamond grinders are used to refine the raw diamonds that come from Thailand, South Africa and other well-known mines. The gems lie in big piles and make an overwhelming impression on the poor tourist who can only afford to spend a few dollars.

  The surveillance is invisible but extensive. Nevertheless, an incredible bargain took place just in these neighborhoods. Some well-informed people managed to get into the safe vault, much indicating inside job. The swap was a number of packets of gemstones that were transported by lorry to the river and loaded on a number of these long-tailed boats with propelled jeep engines that are typical of Bangkok. It is believed that three such boats were needed to get the swap out on the river to the ship waiting. It was actually a "sailboat" if you can use such an insignificant expression. Here the track was lost in Bangkok, but later on, it was discovered that it was a around the world sailor who had taken the diamond load but then disappeared.

  On board there were six experienced seamen who would sail the valuable load to the unknown client somewhere in Central America. The trip was entirely in line with the plans, rounded the Cape of God Hope and landed on Tenerife before heading west.

  As they approached the Caribbean islands in November, they encountered the first and worst hurricanes of the season. The captain trusted his boat, but during the storm the mast was broken and the auxiliary engine stopped working and the boat was thrown helplessly against a deserted beach. The five in the crew on deck were flushed overboard. One of the crews, the chef who was under the deck at the time of the accident, managed to land and survived.

  And in fact, the wreck of the sailboat drove to land and the chef worked hard a number of days to save the valuable load. He loaded it into a cave he discovered because of the storm. In normal weather, the entrance to the cave was well hidden by bushes, but in the storm the chef saw the opening when the bushes woke away from the mighty wind. The cook did not know where he was, but on the other side of the water there was another island. Despite the beautiful weather that came after the storm, the neighbor island's mountain top was always covered with clouds.

  The whole story was covered up. From Bangkok there were no clues and for some reason, perhaps the gems were stolen, no official investigation was done. The sailboat that disappeared was not reported as missing. The owner / recipient probably did his own investigations.

  1. Antigua

  I had landed at V C Bird International Airport. Vere Cornwall (VC) Bird is Antigua's prime minister. Antigua is not green like many other islands in the Caribbean; it is dry and hot, on this island there is a lack of water.

  In Antigua there are no American cars, at least not new. Here are the cars Japanese. I drove in my rented Nissan Bluebird on one of the larger streets of St Johns, the capital of Antigua. On the seat next to me I had a map of the city with the street names clearly stated. I soon found that the map was far better than the reality because in reality there were no street signs. I had recently located an open space that I thought was identified both on the map and in reality. Here it should be the Nelson street and there should be the client's office.

  Like all other former British possessions, the settlement is also "British", because the city consists of houses of up to two floors. The front image seemed to be the suburbs of London but here the quality of the houses was quite different. The building material was to a greater extent corrugated sheet and, to a lesser extent, brick and cement. I had not been to St John's before and was now quite lost. I stayed in a street crossing and tried to in vain locate a street noise.

  It was nine o'clock in the morning but the air conditioning in the not too new car managed to only keep the heat on the outside. From one of the houses comes a well-urban ruddy woman. "Good morning, sir! It's possible that you're getting lost. That's what everyone knows about the city. Where are you going?" she says, smiling with bright white teeth on me. I am made happy with the natural kindness and helpfulness.

  The woman explains how to find the address but it seems that there are too many right and left so the woman offers to go along and show the way. Said and done. She jumps into the passenger seat, and picks up on how easy it is to get lost in the city.

  I will return to the hotel after the customer visit. I realize that it is not the same to try to sell computer equipment to customers in the Caribbean at home in Scotland. To quench my thirst after a hot day, I visit the hotel bar, an airy building with a number of fans on the ceiling who vainly trying to cool the guests. And who do I meet if not the chattering woman from the morning.

  "Hello there!" She says, and sticks close to me at the bar. "Can you use computers to solve riddles?" She asks carefully after a while.

  "Sure," I say, "why then?". "Take a moment if you are interested in such things," she says, winding he
r round arm around my waist. I have some thoughts on what he really wants but she seems nice and cute why he accompanies. Passport and wallet are available in the hotel's cash register.

  At home with her, Valerie tells about a "sailor" she met recently. He lived in residence with Valerie. The sailor disappeared but in a book there was a paper with letters and numbers that did not seem to have any meaning. "You may be able to solve this with your computer," Valerie thinks. Sure, I say, "May I borrow the paper a few days, I'll leave the island in a week, maybe I've got something."

  The evening continued at some smaller clubs with the sounding West Indian music. It sounded much more than the local steel bands that play every time a cruise ship comes to the dock. This was the local music that the beautiful round Valerie took me to. The evening was very late and I had many stifling Pina Colada before it was time for the bed of the hotel.

  The next morning I had totally forgotten the cryptic paper I put in a plastic pocket in my calendar. Tired and sweaty I was awoken by an angry phone signal at eight o'clock - it was time for breakfast and today's customer visits. In the evening I had an interesting quote, there are actually companies in the Caribbean who are considering replacing their old Underwood