Nothing but Trouble_ A Kevin Kerney Novel - Michael Mcgarrity [138]
“Where do the goods wind up for sale to the public?” Kerney asked.
“Convenience stores, gas stations, smoke shops, small grocery chains, mom-and-pop stores.”
Because Gilmore and Shaw weren’t bringing counterfeit cigarettes into the country, legally it wasn’t smuggling. It was a theft, fraud, and contraband operation. “Who are your distributors?” Kerney asked.
Gilmore named them.
“Why run the risk of flying the goods here yourself?”
Gilmore snorted. “Until now there wasn’t any risk. Customs doesn’t give a damn about general aviation planes that stay north of the border. It’s a hell of a lot safer to use a plane than to try to truck the product through the highway checkpoints around El Paso.”
“Do you warehouse your inventory in Virden?”
Gilmore nodded. “Yeah. We keep fresh stock of the most popular brands on hand there for the Arizona run. It’s our biggest moneymaker.”
Kerney opened the door. “Okay, you’ll need to make a complete statement to the sheriff.”
“What will I be charged with?”
“Murder one.”
Gilmore looked shocked. “I didn’t kill anybody. Can you help me out here? I’ll tell you everything.”
“Then tell me this,” Kerney said. “What were you going to do with Martinez’s body?”
Gilmore flinched at the question.
“Well?” Kerney prodded.
“Fly to San Diego and dump it in the ocean.”
“In my book that’s murder one.”
“I swear I’ll cooperate.”
“Take it up with the prosecutor.”
“Can you loosen the handcuffs? They’re hurting my wrists.”
“Sorry, I can’t do that.” Kerney got out and looked at Gilmore through the open door. “Try to relax. It will be a while before you go to jail.”
He locked Gilmore in the backseat cage and joined Leo at the airplane, where he was watching a deputy take photos of Buster Martinez’s body.
“Who’s doing the Q and A with Shaw?” he asked.
Leo nodded toward a sheriff’s unit. “Fowler, but Shaw’s still not talking, except to say unkind things about you. The ME and an ambulance are on the way. I’m releasing the state police officers.”
“I’ll catch a ride with them back to Lordsburg,” Kerney said. “Gilmore is going to tell you about their contraband cigarette scheme.”
“It’s not smuggling?” Leo asked.
“Nope. They’ve been stealing name-brand domestic cigarettes and selling them cut rate to distributors.”
Leo’s forehead wrinkled. “Who would have guessed?”
“They keep their inventory at the Virden barn.”
“I’ll get a warrant. Was Martinez a smoker?”
“I don’t think so.”
Leo glanced at Buster’s body. “Well, cigarettes turned out to be hazardous to his health anyway.” Leo laughed at his joke. “I’m really going to enjoy making phone calls to ATF and Customs.”
“Rub their noses in it, Leo.”
Leo grinned. “You don’t get many chances to do that to the feds.”
Kerney didn’t see Leo for several days, until the filming of the finale to the chase sequence at the smelter. He showed up in time to see a stunt driver roll out of a squad car just before it went airborne and landed on the flatbed railroad car.
When the car exploded into flames, Leo nodded in approval. “Now that’s more like it,” he said. “I told you they needed to blow something up.”
Kerney laughed. “It’s a realistic slice of police work, Hollywood style.”
They watched the crane camera shoot a crash between two cop cars before Leo launched into an update on the investigation. Over a half-million dollars’ worth of cigarettes had been recovered in the barn in Virden, along with almost a million dollars in cash. Shaw had been charged with murder one and denied bail. He’d lawyered up and still wasn’t talking. Craig Gilmore was also being held without bond on the same charge.
“I don’t think the DA is going to let Gilmore cop a plea,” Leo said. “We’ve got enough eyewitness testimony to sink them both. If it goes to trial, you’ll be called as a witness for the prosecution.”
“That’s not a problem,” Kerney said. “What are the feds up to?”
“They’re shutting down the network and arresting the distributors. Then they