Just North of Nothing: John Fulghum Mysteries, Vol. VII
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When a former war buddy talks John Fulghum, a Boston area Private Investigator, into providing security analysis for the partnership of the Houbara Bustard Preserve, located a few miles north of Nothing, Arizona on the road from Phoenix to Las Vegas, he knows it won‘t be an ordinary gig. After convincing two old friends—Sylvia Blackwood and Darcy Latimere—to help him out, he discovers the exclusive resort is actually the venue for a Weapons of Mass Destruction terrorist operation aimed at America.
Fulghum’s old friend, Ken Mander of the CIA, gets involved to bring down the terrorists and deal with the WMD while the detective and his friends are joined by his former intelligence contact Alia, who is now the fourth wife to the leading terrorist. Will Fulghum save the day yet again, or will the stay at the luxurious spa be the end of him?
“Farnsworth has ripped his story from the media headlines with a credible plot out of his own experience, that may hold more truth than classification issues will permit to be divulged.”
“E. W. Farnsworth, an Arizona writer, has produced a blockbuster thriller with elements of romance and terror, set mostly in a billionaires’ spa for falconers to hunt the delicious fowl, the houbara bustard, and for Arab sheiks to exercise racehorses, bred for desert conditions.”
The seventh in Farnsworth’s John Fulghum, PI, Mysteries, series, Just North of Nothing is written for film adaptation. It brings Fulghum and his associates together in a fast-paced, tersely-plotted nail-biter with lots of local Arizona and Nevada color, including the Mafia, and corrupt local law enforcement.
E W Farnsworth
E. W. Farnsworth lives and writes in Arizona. Over two hundred fifty of his short stories were published at a variety of venues from London to Hong Kong in the period 2014 through 2018. Published in 2015 were his collected Arizona westerns Desert Sun, Red Blood, his thriller about cryptocurrency crimes Bitcoin Fandango, his John Fulghum Mysteries, Volume I, and Engaging Rachel, an Anderson romance/thriller, the latter two by Zimbell House Publishing. Published by Zimbell House in 2016 and 2017 were Farnsworth’s Pirate Tales, John Fulghum Mysteries, Volumes II, III, IV and V, Baro Xaimos: A Novel of the Gypsy Holocaust, The Black Marble Griffon and Other Disturbing Tales, Among Waterfowl and Other Entertainments and Fantasy, Myth and Fairy Tales. Published by Audio Arcadia in 2016 were DarkFire at the Edge of Time, Farnsworth’s collection of visionary science fiction stories, Nightworld, A Novel of Virtual Reality, and two collections of stories, The Black Arts and Black Secrets. Also published by Audio Arcadia in 2017 were Odd Angles on the 1950s, The Otio in Negotio: The Comical Accidence of Business and DarkFire Continuum: Science Fiction Stories of the Apocalypse. In 2018 Audio Arcadia released A Selection of Stories by E. W. Farnsworth. Farnsworth’s Dead Cat Bounce, an Inspector Allhoff novel, appeared in 2016 from Pro Se Productions, which will also publish his Desert Sun, Red Blood, Volume II, The Secret Adventures of Agents Salamander and Crow and a series of three Al Katana superhero novels in 2017 and 2018. E. W. Farnsworth is now working on an epic poem, The Voyage of the Spaceship Arcturus, about the future of humankind when humans, avatars and artificial intelligence must work together to instantiate a second Eden after the Chaos Wars bring an end to life on Earth. For updates, please see www.ewfarnsworth.com.
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Just North of Nothing - E W Farnsworth
Also by E W. Farnsworth
John Fulghum Mysteries, Vol. I
John Fulghum Mysteries, Vol. II
Blue is for Murder, John Fulghum Mysteries, Vol. III
The Perfect Teacher, John Fulghum Mysteries, Vol. IV
Finding Harry Diamond, John Fulghum Mysteries, Vol. V
John Fulghum Mysteries, Vol. VI
Just North of Nothing
John Fulghum Mysteries, Vol. VII
E. W. Farnsworth
THIS BOOK IS A WORK of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. All characters appearing in this work are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Dedication
Ev, Rita, Carolyn, and Maggie
Foreword
Threats to the United States come in many forms, with backing from unsavory forces around the world. Some are enduring threats. Conflicting national interests and pure malice are just two convenient excuses for others to want to harm our continuing experiment in democracy. Involvement by a lone private investigator in dealing with clear and present dangers to the country seems a stretch of an author’s privilege and prerogatives. I’ll put the question directly, Should John Fulghum, Private Investigator, of Greater Boston, assume the role of vigilante?
This author’s answer to this question is an emphatic yes. Laws in a free country can become tools for evil as well as good. Malefactors often position themselves in ambiguous frameworks where jurisdiction is unclear. Experience shows the CIA, FBI, ATF and other government agencies can exercise in areas of the country that are also training grounds for Islamist terrorists. The Mafia, an international criminal organization, can find ways to circumvent or coopt local law enforcement and act with impunity. The US Intelligence Community, a pimento loaf of seventeen separate agencies, often works at cross purposes with itself. Even without rife, endemic corruption, the possibilities for conflicts of interest are often outweighed by operational necessity. In hot pursuit, the Keystone Kops syndrome prevails.
The premise of a Houbara Bustard Preserve stems from a creative reading of Charles McCarry’s spy novel Old Boys. The importation of fowl for falconry is fiction feeding on fiction. Yet the possibility of such a spa existing in contemporary Arizona is valid, as is the sequestration of summary evidence of nefarious operations in a standard excel spreadsheet. In other words, the spa exists as a context where possibilities play out in real time like a scenario made specially for the US National Security Council. Fulghum just happens to have friends in low places who can connect him deniably to official channels, by which he might have top cover and a modicum of physical protection as well as a form of legitimacy.
John Fulghum, if he existed in the real world, would slough off ordinary gumshoe work to others and focus instead on what he knows best from his experience. He would team with CIA agents like his friends Kenneth Mander and Darcy Latimer. He would naturally help his old friend Officer Nigel Pounce of Boston Homicide. He would gravitate toward a beautiful and brilliant newshound like Sylvia Blackwood, who has been his partner on many occasions. The fictional detective’s character would remain glued to accidents like Jack Daniels Old Number 7 whisky and Marlboros. His connections with former fellow soldiers, like Max Trevanian, might lead him into much more than he bargained for. Yet, he would go gladly into the maelstrom where no other PI would dare venture and emerge triumphant, and not just by luck.
The author firmly believes that the Houbara Bustard Preserve should be built, but not by Mafia and Intelligence money, and the delicious fowl should become a denizen of the millions of desert acres that stretch east from Route 93 between Phoenix and Las Vegas. Just North of Nothing—a real and symbolic landmark in the area—sums it up. By the time you visit, the signage for Nothing may have vanished and Nothing’s ownership may have changed. You might ask whether too much ado has been made of Nothing. Yet I challenge the doubting reader to prove that the dangerous situation presented in this novel has no likeness in the real United States. If it does exist, I earnestly hope the vigilante who struggles to stop the criminality rises uninjured from his ashes, like a phoenix. We need such men as John Fulghum, as never before.
—E. W. Farnsworth
Gilbert, Arizona
Chapter 1
Houbara Bustard Preserve
The drive from Phoenix to Las Vegas on Route 93 offered Max Trevanian options he could not ignore. During his stint in the US Special Forces, he had become enamored of falconry. To be more specific, he had mastered the art of using falcons to hunt the aphrodisiacal houbara bustard, a delectable fowl used as falcons’ prey, in the desert wastes of western Pakistan. He learned the habitat of his elusive prey, registered as ‘vulnerable’ but not ‘endangered’—not ‘endangered’ yet, anyway.
In a brain flash of illumination much like the brilliance of white phosphorous, or Willie Pete, Max saw commercial possibilities for his home state of Arizona in the form of the Houbara Bustard Preserve. Here the super-rich could play with falcons to hunt the bustards. Life after his military career came into focus for him, and upon his separation from service, he pursued his vision relentlessly.
Meticulous and driven, Max did nothing without investigating every minute detail. He studied the houbara bustard in its habitats in Southwest Asia, Southeast Asia, and the Canary Islands. He sought out experts to give him reasons the birds could not be transplanted to his native Arizona to provide a world-class falconry venue within five years and was pleased to learn that the Sonora Desert would be a most hospitable environment for his idea. Now he was searching for inexpensive ranch land with a pure underground aquifer. The desert-dwelling houbara bustard needed no surface water since it never drank but instead absorbed moisture from what it ate, like lizards. Falconers, however, required water, power, and food. They also required considerable wealth and the luxury of time.
Max knew the drive from Phoenix to Las Vegas well. He had been a rakehell gambler in his later teenage years. Whenever he needed money, he scraped together a stake, sought a casino in Vegas and hit the high tables. His ability to count cards and quit while he was ahead made him always come away a winner. He had cash from leave he had accrued in the army. If past were prologue, he would earn the additional cash he needed in a weekend. Coming and going along Route 93, he would scout available properties. With luck and the right partners, he figured he would be ready to execute his grand plan within three weeks.
As a Special Forces soldier, Max had been a loner, not liking to socialize unless it might lead to his mission’s success. A magnet for gold-diggers as a Special Forces soldier, he often had to fend off greedy women and male hangers-on. There were no partners for his embryonic business idea, yet. Self-sufficient and unflappable, he expected to enter the maze of casinos and escape with his cash stake and a partnership. His survey of available ranch properties driving north proved he would have no trouble buying the contiguous acreage he needed in odd places like Nothing, a ghost town with population zero, and Wikieup, rattlesnake capital of Arizona.
The high rollers’ table at the LOFAR Casino was much the same as it had been twenty-two years ago, though Las Vegas had blossomed through the happy confluence of Arab oil money and mob management. The other poker players and the casino staff knew all the regulars. Max was disdained as a loser only because he was not recognized for what he really was—a card counter par excellence.
By the end of the first day and night of his return to the tables, however, Max had become a legend, having turned his forty-thousand-dollar bankroll into a half-a-million-dollar minor fortune. Greedy women staked him out proprietarily. His male competitors became increasingly wary of his uncanny bluffing techniques. The mob management put him under surveillance as a possible ‘card counter,’ to be ejected as soon as the evidence against him was firm.
Fuwad Samir, a wealthy oil magnate from Saudi Arabia, recognized a card counter when he saw one. He sat beside Max the second day and struck up a conversation by buying him drinks at the breaks.
What do you do when you’re not haunting casinos?
Max looked Fuwad over and decided the Arab might provide the stake he needed for his dream. So he said, I’m following my rainbow. And its name is the Houbara Bustard Preserve. In brief, I’m planning to build a preserve in the Arizona desert for rich falconers to hunt the bustards. I’m going to build the place from scratch and do everything myself if I have to.
The Arab became excited about Max’s dream of building his preserve for the houbara bustard, a fowl he loved to hunt. Fuwad was intrigued, but he was troubled too. He bought Max another drink and shook his head.
You think you can achieve your dream without help, but that is folly. I can assist you, but I’ll need a rich reward.
Max shook his head and said, I thought you’d pitch me sooner or later, Fuwad. I’ll bite. What would you be able to do for me? And, more to the point, how much would it cost me?
First, I can assure the mob management won’t take you apart before you leave this building. That much, Max, will cost you nothing.
All right, my friend. Why don’t you make that happen right now?
Fuwad motioned for Max to follow him up the elevator to the management suite of the casino. Two large, muscular men stood sentinel outside the entrance to an enormous top-floor office looking out over the Sin City lights.
The casino manager evidently knew Fuwad as a regular customer. What can I do for you, Mr. Samir?
I’d like you to leave my friend Max Trevanian alone. He’s got an idea worth a lot of money to me. I’d like to see him earn the stake he needs to play his idea without jeopardy.
Mr. Gus Santini nodded. "If Mr. Trevanian will deposit half his net winnings directly with me when he leaves this casino, I’ll guarantee his safety and the safekeeping of his money." Santini’s hard eyes appraised the ex-soldier with something akin to disdain.
Fuwad nodded and gestured to Max, pleased to have cut the deal. Max, however, did not like the outcome.
Wait a minute, Mr. Santini. I’ll need a guarantee that any money I leave in this casino on deposit will still be mine after I leave, with no cut to the house or anyone else, you included.
Mr. Santini frowned, but nodded. Fuwad quickly ushered the young man back to the main floor to continue his gambling.
Back at the poker table during the rest of the evening, Max and Fuwad each made a small fortune. In fact, they were both winners of amounts exceeding ten-million dollars. Then Fuwad’s luck seemed to change. By the end of the night, Max cashed in twenty-million dollars in chips, half of which he deposited with the house, as he and Gus Santini had agreed.
The next morning, Max stuffed his winnings into a fire safe he had welded into the back of his four-by-four. He kept his pistol handy on the seat beside him as he drove south into the desert, careful to watch his rear. A black limousine followed him down Route 93. When Max stopped for gas, the limo stopped too. Dressed in camouflage with a sidearm in his holster, Fuwad climbed out of the limo and shook his head. He was laughing merrily.
What’s so funny, Fuwad?
Max, did you really think leaving half of your winnings is going to keep the mob’s flies off your back?
"Maybe not, if it didn’t keep you off my back."
Fuwad laughed again. You don’t have to worry about me.
We’ll see about that.
Do you mind if I go with you to assess the properties you’re going to buy? I have a good eye.
Suit yourself, but I’m not looking for a partner.
Max lied as part of his strategy; nothing would have pleased him more than to have the right partner. Was Fuwad the man?
Max stopped first at Wikieup where he asked his realtor to walk each property they had discussed on his previous visit.
Randy Smith said, Mr. Trevanian, are you going to be getting loans to buy these properties?
Max said, No. I’m going to pay with cash, today if possible.
Smith licked his lips at the prospect of earning immediate cash commissions. I’d expected you’d want to talk terms.
That’s not my style.
Who’s your friend?
Randy asked while pointing his thumb at Fuwad, who was standing at ease by his limo.
He’s an oil man and gambler. He says he knows things. We’ll see.
Randy took Max and Fuwad on a walking tour of each of the contiguous properties. All three men wore cowboy boots and holstered sidearms. From the incessant rattling sounds, Wikieup lived up to its reputation for being a harbor for deadly rattlesnakes, of which Arizona sported five distinct varieties. The three men were looking out at distant mountains from a rise when a shot sounded behind them, and dust rose near their feet.
Max told Fuwad, We’ve got hostile company. Unless you’re wearing that gun for show, circle to the right. I’ll take the left. Randy, you take center. Don’t be a hero.
The three men circled back to where the cars were parked. Two mob goons were hard at work in the desert sun trying to break into Max’s car safe with matching sledgehammers.
As Max approached, the two thieves drew their weapons. That was their final, fatal mistake. Fuwad shot one man in the heart; Randy shot the other in the head. Randy coolly called the authorities to send an ambulance. He provided the latitude and longitude of the bodies, good to five decimal places as indicated on his cellphone geo-locater.
Fuwad said, Those two are the same men who stood outside Gus Santini’s office. They won’t be the last of our trouble with the Mafia. In fact, I’m convinced neither fired the shot at us. That came from a long-shot sniper rifle.
Max nodded to Fuwad. He turned and told Randy, I’ll buy the seven rectangular parcels. Since I’m offering cash, I want to bargain on the price.
Randy nodded and made a suggestion. Let’s discuss the purchase with the property owner over a meal. The best steak dinner along Route 93 is served at the 93 Road Kill Restaurant.
Max shrugged to indicate his indifference. Randy phoned the landowner, who jumped at the chance to sell his raw land for cash.
Buzz Guring, the landowner, was a grizzled, bearded former prospector. He said he had bought desert land piecemeal over the last forty years. Max guessed the man had far more acreage than he was showing.
Max asked Buzz, "How many acres are