There were high fives at the Montgomery Police station when the news came through except for Detective Black. “Hey calm down guys, we still have to convict this guy and we really need more evidence. I want every minute accounted for on this guy for the last week”.

“Hey Sally, this is Jack, my son tried to kill me the other day, I’m sorry I haven’t called, but I lost my driver for awhile, but a new one will be assigned in the next day or two and I have had to start working at the dealership again. Will you forgive me?” “Of course there is nothing to forgive, I read in the papers about your car being in an accident and learned that you were not in it at the time”, Sally replied. “Let’s meet tomorrow at the diner at 10 a.m. as usual”, Jack responded.

Wilbur McGentry was assigned to be Jack, Sr.’s new driver. Wilbur was a young slacker, too, but a good kid. He was happy for the opportunity and took the job seriously. “Son, pretend when you’re with me, that you’re in Vegas and nothing happened. Got it?” “Got it, Sir”. Wilbur answered. They drove to Lawyer Dobbins office. “Mr. Dobbins, right now I want to leave my entire estate to the University of Alabama, my son is dead to me. Can you draw up such a will quickly”. “Sure, it will take about an hour is that okay?” the lawyer asked. The lawyer drafted up the document and Jack read it. “Can we add a paragraph, I’d like to give a cash gift to Sally Beaudine of whatever will pass tax-free.” Jack queried. “Sure, give me five minutes “ the lawyer answered. The new document was prepared and Jack read it. The witnesses were called in and the will was executed.

“Damn, they missed him in Mexico City”, Detective Black shouted. But the AG reminded him that the same information had been forwarded to the Costa Rican police and they knew where he lived and obviously, he would have his guard down there. “Hello Mr. Jenkins, this is Detective Black, we missed your son in Mexico City, but should catch him in Costa Rica. You’re not going to help him fight extradition are you?” “No, but Detective if he has access to funds, he might, can you freeze his account?” “Sure”, the detective responded. At that point Detective Black got the local prosecutor to get an order freezing the bank accounts of Jack Jenkins, Jr. When he served it the Clerk looked at the account, “too bad you didn’t do this an hour ago, he just withdrew two Million Fifty Thousand pesos, about $205,000.”

As he got on the plane, Jack, Jr. smiled, it was good of the officer to let him withdraw a little extra cash for $5,000 more dollars. He knew he’d need something to live on.

After about two hours, Jack Jenkins, Jr. was brought in to the room. “Mr. Jenkins, I’m Inspector Gonzeles, you’re wanted for attempted murder and vandalism in Alabama. You are entitled under the Geneva Convention to call your Embassy here in Mexico City in the morning when they get there and they will arrange for you to have a lawyer to represent you on your extradition. Of course, good luck getting any money wired to you from the United States. Looking at your file, your father was the intended victim, so who is going to send you any money? Or you can waive extradition and we’ll take you back to the Airport and wait for the Alabama police to arrive to take you home. Oh and by the way, since the U.S. wants you back, their Embassy may not be very helpful.” Jack suddenly felt very, very alone. He couldn’t call his dad and ask for money to fight extradition. He didn’t have anyone special in his life since he kept things in a one night stand. The employees that he knew were just that employees who would be loyal first to his dad. Then he thought about a night in a Mexican jail and perhaps days, weeks or months in a Mexican jail. Once back in America he could get bail and be free perhaps to move around and to hire a good lawyer to defend him. He knew that the case had to be very circumstantial. “Before you answer, senor, would you like to enter into a little arrangement?” the Inspector asked. “What?”, Junior asked with a funny look on his face. “I could put you on another flight to San Jose and forget we even caught you for about $100,000.” “Where am I going to get that kind of money down here”, Jack asked. “Funny a smart businessman like you doesn’t realize that your bank in Alabama, SuperBank has a branch here in Mexico City.” “You can walk into there and take out $100,000 if I let you”, the officer gushed. “But you’ll have to act quickly, in case they try to freeze your bank account”. “Let’s do it”, was Jack’s quick response. The Inspector smiled, he, Dolores, and Ramirez would be $100,000 richer and then they’d let Costa Rica know there was an American fugitive on the way. What Jack apparently did not know was the Costa Rica now had an Extradition Treaty with the United States and Dolores had already forwarded on Jack’s information to the Costa Rica authorities. “At 9 a.m. sharp the Inspector took Jack into the bank and Jack withdrew 1 Million pesos and handed them to the Inspector. The Inspector then took Jack to the Airport and put him on the next plane to “Costa Rica. Jack smiled, not knowing what was going to happen in San Jose.

12:32 a.m., the officer ran to the gate and saw the plane backing out of the port. It was too late. No way, the airline will turn that plane around and no way air traffic will stop the flight without some dollars on the table. Then he saw a woman arguing with the gate attendant. He went over to see what it was. “My father is dying, I need to get on that plane. I left very early for the airport and still was late, this miserable traffic here.” The gate attendant told her, “we have a flight leaving in six hours that should be fine and we gave your seat to someone else so there’s no place to sit”. The woman was sobbing at this point, “no, no, no.” The officer asked the gate attendant, “actually I am here to apprehend a dangerous murderer who is on your plane, so if you get the plane to turn around for her, she’ll catch her flight, she can sit in his seat, and I’ll have my criminal. The gate attendant spoke into the walkie talkie and the officer heard certain oaths come out of the walkie talkie and then he saw the plane stop and lurch back toward the portal. “Muchas gracias, senorita”, the officer said smiling noting that he had to come back with some flowers for this gal.

One the plane had stopped, the officer stepped on board, and knowing which seat Mr. Jenkins was sitting in, he went straight there. “Senor Jenkins, may I see your passport please?”

Jack Jenkins, Jr. looked up at that point with a look of resignation in his eyes. “Yeah, its me”. “Stand up, Senor”, the officer barked. Jenkins stood up slowly and slid out from the seat. He was caught and there was no where to go especially with a cop with a gun on him. “Easy, officer, I’ll comply” he said as he held out his hands to get cuffed.

At that point, the officer put the handcuffs on Jack Jenkins, Jr. and led him to the headquarters for the Airport Police. As he was walking, he grabbed his walkie-talkie, “suspect apprehended and bringing him in”. When they reached police headquarters, Officer Juarez called the State Police, “we have your prisoner”, he told Dolores, “who’s coming to get him”. “I’ll have Officer Morales come by”. After she hung up the phone, she radioed Officer Morales. “We have a prisoner to transport here to headquarters, a Jack Jenkins, Jr.”. Then she called Inspector Gonzales. “Hello Inspector, we have apprehended a suspect, wanted in America. You need to make him not want to fight extradition”.