This story is about a man and his erstwhile wife back in the ‘70s. She had legs like Tina Turner, a smile that glowed in the dark and was buxom to say the least. She was movie starlet worthy. A debutant from her home city. Accomplished in art and several sports with a degree in art-education.
However she was attracted to what was termed “bad boys” in those days. Probably a failure of character that was lost. Yes she had beguiled a Saudi Prince and fellows like Kris Kristofferson. She was a force to be reckoned with a least.
The fellow was accomplished in matters not really positive in a natural way. Yes he was a professional athlete. Probably good looking and a singer of some style. However his buddies said he could whoop a fist with his face. Which he had done several times. His nose did not have the form cartilage due to being broken too many times. And he could speak three languages with aplomb. French, English and Mexican Spanish and a spattering of Latin. Probably considered a con man.
The gal and man were a perfect match to raise some hell or go stealth on the scam. We can assume they were deep in love and crazy about each other.
They were haunting a spot down in a place called Puerto Vallarta. The fellow was singing in a bar. An American singer was treasured for American tourists and haughty rich locals. The whole notion was a scam for the bar to make money. It was a good gig and the lady would scam tourists for dinner and drinks. So scams were the acts of the nights. But everyone went away happy. Like every good lie having a ring of truth so does a shill leave everyone happy.
Work was the night and days were for swilling beers and lazing around in the sun.
The details are foggy but upon returning to their hotel one afternoon they busted in an a bandit with a gun. About the time the fellow was doing a full on football tackle the gun went off with the bullet in his shoulder. Then came two hard kicks to his face and a stomp on his hand that broke bone. The gal started screaming so loud it freaked the bandit and brought hotel workers.
The bandit took the gal as a hostage pressing the gun against her skull.
What Do They Say?
Maybe The Con Is Always On
Well the fellow got fixed up and like a movie star was up and about in 3 days. The federalies had no scoop on where the bandit and hostage gal had gone. Our man was not deterred and figured the bandit had decided to rob them because the couple had appeared so rich in the bar at night. Just like his cons he “worked” the bar scene. No luck at first so he decided to sing again, but this time he flashed more cash than the bar till had. Clothes were bumped up to show wealth.
He enlisted the help of a rich couple that enjoyed their rip-off before. Yes some really rich people think con artists are entertaining. Especially if the con puts them in a rich look for others to see.
So the net was cast. The man became the mark not the con. It was important to hit the whole town bar scene. It was extremely hard to play the playboy from 5 until 4 am. Sooner rather than later a bartender flipped on the bandit. Only 200 dollars. The net had worked but now was the time to gaff the catch and that would be hard. The man decided on a double blind drunk play along with the two “friends”. Boy were the rich folks into it, the most fun they had had since Monte Carlo gambling. On the sly they hired a body guard just in case. The gig was on.
The trick was not to catch the guy, but rather, somehow to get the man to stumble back to his roost. And then the lead came in. Our man had not filled the coppers in on is operation ruse. He was just suspicious enough to think the local police were partly in on the bad kidnap set up. But Ricardo Gomez let him in on a call of ransom. A good man that the man trusted for absolutely no reason.
The rich couple were totally game on the operation and hired another body guard. Gomez kept the deal on the skinny with no other cops. It was bad because of the hostage deal. But all involved knew that our con lady would work it well to get by. She could sell a snowball to an Eskimo. And adrenaline was hotter than a 20 year old boy.
So about one quarter of the cash was put into a bag and a meeting was in place. Binoculars were trained in from about half a kilometer away. This is where it gets fun.
Maybe That Road
Sometimes It Doesn't Work Out
The quarter of money was planned by the man. Straight up to get proof of life and well-being. Either she was there or the bandit would have to go get her, either way a win. But as all good plans this one went wonkers. Two police stumbled on the meet. Just plain bad luck. The man went full bore into the bandit. This time a full head butt move but not enough to lay out the bandit. It was just enough for the bandit to recover and now also kidnap the man. Very reckless but a play made out of necessity. Gomez saw it all through the binoculars. A smile crept across his face along with the rich husband. The rich wife was only about fifteen feet away as part of the plan and started screaming. Clearly a white American rich tourist, so the cops looked her way and quick as could be the bandit shuffled the man into a van and away.
Oh yes baby, Gomez and the rich man watched and then the rich man with a very fast taxi followed. Life was never so exciting for the rich guy. He was pumped up and had no idea what a mess he was getting into. Let us not forget the two cops. They looked like a Three Stooges routine comforting the lady and scratching heads.
Our man played part dead. He got the idea that fighting would not lead him to his girl. But he was working his binds. When you are a hardcore con man nothing scares you, just like an Army Ranger. Hardcore steal with ice in veins.
The van stopped and the bandit started yanking the man out of the van. He still had to act all messed up until he saw his woman. Stumbling and walking all groggy. The bandit was sweating like a horse rode hard. Gomez’s police car and 2 fellow police pulled up just at the same time as the rich man. The sirens messed up the scheme. So the man went all wolverine on the bandit, ripping off the bonds and slamming and doing some serious hurt on our bad man.
The conspiring other criminal came out and met his maker when our man slid like a baseball player breaking both his legs and knocking him into the door he came out of. The gal was found just fine.
Now this is not a true story. Well maybe it is kind of true. No names were used except Gomez. So it is for sure not about me and my first wife.