At 11:00 p.m., Hector Ramirez came back from his break and looked at the computer screen. He saw that there was an email from the US Attorney General’s office. Another fugitive heading south he thought. So much paperwork if we catch him. Court hearings, extradition papers, but his job was to print out the email and put it in a file and send it to the communications offices. He printed out the email, put it in a file and continued to watch his screen. He’d get it to communications when he was about to take his next break which would be in a hour or so.
February 7, 2010.
At 12:11 a.m., Dolores Rodriguez was sitting in the dispatch office when Hector Ramirez came by. “Oh, boy, here we go, another flirting session”, she thought to herself. Hector approached with a smirk on his face. “Hey, how’s things goin’, when are we going to get some tequila together?” Hector asked smiling, knowing that the nightly dance had begun. “Hector, you know I got a jealous boyfriend who would not take kindly with me coming home with Hector stink on me”, she parried back. “Is that file in your hand for me, or is it just a prop for hitting on me tonight”, she followed. Hector leaned backward, “Whoa, baby, just playin’”, he said unconvincingly, “yeah, the files for you”. Some Gringo is running to Costa Rica and changing planes in Mexico City.
“First boarding call on CR Airlines flight to San Jose, Costa Rica”, the stewardess repeated in English. Junior looked at his watch. 12:11 a.m. He showed his boarding pass and headed to the plane. Only 20 more minutes and I’ll be in the air and safe, he thought. He got a seat in the back of the plane near the window on the three seat side of the plane. If someone was looking for him, they’d have to survey a lot of faces.
“Airport Police, Officer Juarez speaking” came the voice over the telephone. “Yeah, this is Dolores Rodriguez at the state police headquarters, I am going to be faxing you a description of a man who is flying to Costa Rica his name is Jack Jenkins, Jr. who is wanted by the United States authorities. Hopefully, you can nab him before he leaves”. “Gracias, Senorita”, the officer responded. After hanging up the phone, Dolores tried to fax the document pages. The line was busy. She set the fax to autodial and left. Sooner or later it would go through. Officer Juarez periodically went by the fax machine and checked the stack of faxes that were coming in. None from the State Police yet.
The plane started backing out of the port. Jack leaned back and let out a sigh. He was going to make it. After about 30 seconds, the plane jerked to a stop and started forward again into the dock. “This is the captain speaking, we have to stop to get another passenger who has a medical emergency and has to get to San Jose, we apologize for the inconvenience we’ll be delayed just a minute.”
12:30 a.m., Officer Juarez, picked up his walkie talkie, “who ever is closest to the CR gate, please apprehend a passenger on the flight to San Jose, named Jack Jenkins, Jr. and bring him to me”. As response came back thirty seconds later, “I’m pretty close about two minutes away, so I’ll go”.