From the Pulpit, Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Billy Z picked up his cell phone and dialed the number linked to the name Jazzy Jeff in his contacts list.

“Sup?” said the deep voice on the other end.

“Yo, it’s me.” Billy replied, “I’m headed west out of Columbus but don’t know exactly where I will end up. The African dude told each of us to ditch the vans and switch the cargo to a different car that he provided. The cars each had a GPS with pre-programmed coordinates in the glove box. He said we were to follow the GPS until the directions stop, then wait at the end until our contact comes to meet us and take the package.”

“Where is the GPS leading you?” asked the voice on the other end.

“I don’t know.” Answered Billy. “It doesn’t give the next coordinate until you pass a way point. I could end up in Utah for all I know.”

“Well follow it,” replied the voice. “and keep me informed of your whereabouts every couple of hours, until you come to your final stop.”

“This is getting pretty tense.” Said Billy. “I don’t like being led around like this, there is no way to get back up in here if it all goes to shit.”

“Don’t worry Billy,” answered the voice, “I’ve got you covered. Give me the MAC address on the back of your GPS, I’ll see if I can pick it up on the grid and maybe we can track you.”

Billy turned the device over and read off the twelve-digit number displayed on a small tag on the rear of the device.

“Got it.” Said the voice. “I’ll put my IT guys on it. We should have you on our radar soon enough, and you don’t even have to worry about carrying a bug.”

“Man,” said Billy, “When this shit is all over, you owe me a beer. I am seriously going to take a vacation, maybe Tahiti or something.”

“Yeah, sure.” Answered the voice, “We’re paying you enough, that’s for sure.”

“Well,” he replied, “I’ve gotta live to collect it.”

He hung up the phone and continued on his way.

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