The book concerns
A middle age
Un-spectacular.
CIA- inclined slugger.
Charles Alexander, so called.
He passes a distant
Airport
As if he were rolling out of bed.
Alerts no facial recognition toy.
And postures as if sight-seeing.
He has connection to a
Higher-up who bags
data and photos from
another higher-up.
Unattractive
She, Bertha, plays the eccentric sleuth
Tourist Locked away until
Satisfactory passwords issue.
She also plays her own
Side games that others
Pretend are going un- noticed.
Tax happy bank in Virgin Islands.
Balance building.
Has also killed a couple
Of yay-teamers who tried
To apply the screws.
Now our Tourist
Equipped with information
Finds his prey
And pops him without emotion
Or much struggle.
Small Luger, injection,
Restraints and arson.
One heavy fast errant car.
Interesting menu of options
To snuff.
Back to a different nation
And its airport.
Smuggled by friends
Border cross via
Unfenced mountainside road
Too narrow.
Or parching desert.
Job done.
Thank you Tourist.
But what if many
Higher-ups have soured
Now hating Uncle Sam
And his methods?
Is our Tourist friend
On level ground?
Does he have regrettable
Currency on them?
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