A single young woman is tricked by modern day pirates losing everything she owned. As she tries to figure out what happened to her belongings, her world crashes around her as government and private agencies treat her as a suspect. Determined to find the man who did this to her, she stumbles onto a government top secret. Finding this modern-day pirate turns into a race against lethal forces.
Winters pulled the car to the edge of a parking lot of the truck stop. It was a huge stop with a convenience store, restaurant and clean up station.
“This makes sense,” Zeped said as he got out of the car. “This is how they are moving stuff out.
Winters and Pete got and started following him. They saw Claire walking toward the store.
“Ain’t that that girl?” Pete asked.
“That is. Williams, you get her. We will check the buildings,” Zeped ordered and ran in toward the restaurant.
“They must have contacted her,” said Winters and followed Zeped.
“I’ll get her,” Pete replied, halfway joking because the two agents were gone.
Pete ran up on Claire who was waiting and watching for someone.
“Miss Moss! Miss Moss! Claire! Claire!” Pete called.
“Officer Williams, what are you doing here? I was just… I…He called me at work,” she said feeling caught. “He wanted to explain.”
“He is a dangerous man.”
“You’re wrong. He is not…”
“Remember the woman who was by your car that day? She had been working undercover. They still have not been able to find her. You know why he’s here? To clean up everything.”
By the restaurant, Roger stood talking to a man who looks like a truck driver, Jason Mitchell. Roger has the emblem on the chain around his neck.
“This is our last go around here,” Roger said.
“Last?” the younger man questioned.
“Last here,” Roger clarified.
“Mr. Brown, you are wanted for questioning.”
Agent Zeped had managed to sneak up on Roger. He stood at the corner of the restaurant with his weapon pointed toward Roger.
“Mr. Zeped, it is a pleasure to finally meet you,” said Roger not surprised.
“The pleasure is all mine.”
“You boys get against the wall,” Winters said as she appeared on the other end of the store with her weapon drawn.
“Special Agents, I am not quite ready to go with you. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I will ever be ready to go with you,” Roger said.
“You don’t have a choice,” Winters replied.
Pete walked Claire back toward the car.
“He told you to meet him here? Pete asked.
“Yes. He is giving me my stuff back. He lives a little on the edge and cops are not his favorite people,” Claire confided.
“So which one of these rigs do you think is his?” Pete asked.
Claire saw the symbol from Roger’s neck chain on the back of a rig.
“I think it is that one,” she said.
Pete opened the back door of a big rig. Claire saw her belongings, her clothes, furniture, everything.
“My stuff! This is it? See he was going to give it back.”
“It looks like more than just your stuff.”
“There is one way to ensure he gives it back.”
Down the road, Pete drove the big rig, with Claire in the passenger seat.
“At least you got your stuff back,”
“Yeah,” Claire said. She was excited about this adventure.
“And before I turn the rest over to the feds, I am going to take a look through this stuff and see what all the fuss is about.”