Chapter 8 #2
“Like they skimmed money or took the drugs for themselves, either selling or using, and not paying for them. In the work I was in, I was a level eight in one organization. I was undercover at that time for four years. It took well over two and a half years to get into my position. At that time, there was a drug war going on between the different organizations, one gang pointed fingers to another, then yet another gang pointing fingers to another. It took some convincing, but I was able to get my number ten to reach out to the other number ten and set the rumors straight. It turned out that everything was lies, and that’s when statements of someone in the FBI was coming down on them for deals. ”
“What type of deals?” Jason asked as he let out a heavy sigh.
“Cut the guys from the FBI in, and if any raids were coming from them, the FBI, or the DEA, or ATF, because firearms were also involved in these deals, then the FBI would give the number tens a twenty-four-hour notice. However, if these gangs and organizations refused to cooperate with the FBI, then they would be subjected to raids left and right. No warnings, no help. They would actually become a target to get them off the streets using any means necessary.”
Not one word was said as everyone sat there and shook their heads at what someone with power could do.
“What type of proof?”
“The recordings are in that locker in Denver. It’s all audio, no video, and no pictures.”
“Can’t you use voice recognition?” someone in the crowd asked.
“We can, but not until we know the names of the players. Right now, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Don’t get me wrong, we will do voice recognition, we’ll use a lab for that, but I’m not going to use an FBI lab, I’ll have to look into where to use an independent one.
The hardest part will be getting names to use toward the people talking.
” He looked at Duane with a stern look. “I don’t care if they’re street names, if they’re known, then we’ll be able to find them. ”
“I have a suggestion,” Laurie spoke and looked between Duane and Jason.
“When I went after my ex-husband for attempted murder, someone close to him and his mother, who helped plot my demise, tried to get one of my former employees to give him insider trading information. I was still back in New York, Duane was here in Colorado. I reached out to him, and I don’t know who gave him the information he sought out, but we were told to contact Agent Haller from the Albany, New York office.
He was able to not only take the board member who tried to get the insider trading from my employee, but he was also able to arrest my ex-husband and his mother.
The case is still waiting to go to trail, but the culprits are all sitting in jail waiting for that day.
” She rubbed her forehead and shook her head.
“I guess what I’m asking is if we need to use the FBI for lab work, could we go to Agent Haller? ”
“Who told you about Agent Haller, Duane?” Jason asked.
“My former director. The man that retired before Grayson took his place. Grayson wouldn’t answer my calls, and I only had the switchboard information for him. I had my former director’s personal cell phone number.”
“What’s his name?”
“Director Homer Halstead. He was with the Bureau for thirty years, director for the last ten years of that time.”
“Director of the same division?”
“Yes. Once he had the director’s position, he oversaw both narcotics and vice.”
No one said anything for several minutes, and as Jason, Ilsa, and Kevin continued to take note, the other people stood and started cleaning up from their dinner, by the time they were done, they had three plates of the left overs made, covered in plastic wrap, and aluminum foil for the three to take home.
They could always bring it back with them for lunch the next day.
Shortly after that, the gathering broke apart, and just before everyone left, Jason cleared his throat.
“Thank you for dinner, it was delicious, also thank you for letting me question Duane, and I like some of the suggestions you guys threw out.”
“Just remember one thing, Black,” Clark said as he paused and looked back at the lawyer. “We’ve got your six.” He turned on his heel and left, followed by the others.
“What’s that? Got your six?” Ilsa asked as she picked up the plates on her way out to Kevin’s truck.
“Your back,” Kevin said. “Think of your body as a clock. Your front is twelve, your right side is three o’clock, left side is nine o’clock.”
“Ah, and your back is six o’clock. I always wondered what having your six meant, now I do. Thank you for not treating me like an idiot for asking.”
“You’re welcome, and I never would do that.” He made sure all doors were locked, and slipped the padlock on the door and pocketed the key, as he headed toward his truck, Duane met him with another one. “What’s this for?”
“I forgot about the back door, the one where the BBQ cooker was.”
“Ah, yeah, sorry.” Kevin took the lock, walked around the building, and put it on, this time he kept the key in his hand and when he got back to the truck, he handed the key to Jason.
“What’s this?”
“The key to the lock on the back door. If I don’t happen to be here, you’ll still have a way to get in.”
“Why don’t you switch?” Ilsa asked from the center of the back seat. “Give Jason the front door one, you keep the back door one.”
“Okay, that sounds like a plan, we can do it when we get back to the cabin.” He shook his head and stopped the truck when he experienced a large yawn, then started forward again. “I don’t know about you guys, but I took in a lot of information today, and I’m brain dead and exhausted.”
“Yeah,” the other two occupants of the truck said quietly, and when they arrived home, Ilsa put the meals in the refrigerator, and told the men goodnight and headed toward her room. By the time she was shutting her door behind her, the other two were going to their rooms also.