Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“Depends how fast the Russos find out they’re getting fucked.” That might not be a good answer but it was the only one Crew had. “And you know what it takes to get indictments.”
It wasn’t like filling out a simple form. It was a complex legal process.
“That’s what I figured. Then we need to prepare and do what we can to minimize the mess. Because when it happens, my gut instinct is screaming that no one will be safe from the splatter.”
Fletch’s gut instinct was solid in that respect. Crew feared the same results.
“Another problem is, once the indictments come down, we need to round up everyone in one shot and when they’re least expecting it. But we also need the charges to stick so our evidence has to be rock solid,” Crew reminded them. That evidence also needed to be rock solid for the grand jury to indict in the first place. But all of them in that room and on the other end of that phone already knew that.
“Brother, we have transcripts and video. Plus, first-hand knowledge,” Decker told him. “We have enough right now to put away their major players.”
“And that’s all well and good, but I’d like to cast a wider net. And I’m not the only one, if you catch my meaning.” His higher-ups wanted to put away as many as possible. They wanted to make a major dent in the meth trafficking business. “We don’t want many, if any, of the Demons left free. They’ll only need a handful to continue doing what they’re doing and to start rebuilding their club again. It’s like cutting off a weed at the ground. It’ll grow back. Dig out the fucking root, and it’s gone forever.”
“Or spray it with goddamn Round-Up,” Nox suggested.
Wilder’s voice could be heard through the phone. “We have our own version of Round-Up. It’s called an early morning sweep like the FBI did with New York’s five biggest crime families back in 2011. Not sure if any of you remember that, but they used eight hundred agents and law enforcement officers to haul in a shitload of members from the Bonanno, Colombo, Gambino, Genovese and Luchese families. In one shot, they snagged the small fish to the big whales in one hell of a net. It was a huge and impressive coordinated effort.”
“You actually remember that, Wilder?” Torres asked, surprised.
“No, but I studied that case and some others to prepare me for going undercover with the Russos.”
“My woman’s a badass,” Fletch bragged.
“So is mine,” Decker said.
“And mine,” added Rez.
“Don’t forget mine,” Finn said next.
Decker smirked at Crew. “Crew? Got anything to say on that point?”
Crew set his jaw and scraped a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Let me schedule a meeting with Williams and let him take this info up the ladder. I’ll press the fact that the Demons cutting out La Cosa Nostra will cause an explosion. That alone should be enough for the higher-ups to swallow a whole bottle of heartburn preventative. Last thing they want is to let three MCs and the Pittsburgh Mafia get into messy war. It won’t be good optics for the feds if we were capable of heading that off. As it always happens, shit like this is never neatly contained. The casualties won’t be limited to the criminals we don’t want to see the light of day ever again. Some innocent bystanders could get caught in the crossfire.”
If Decker expected another response, he wasn’t getting it.
“Fletch and Wilder,” he called out, “make sure you email me everything you have on this shit show. Don’t leave out even the smallest detail. While I want to take these fuckers down, I also want to make sure our asses are covered.” He turned to Torres. Since he was the plant manager, the man was in charge of the wiretaps and transcripts. “Make sure we aren’t missing anything. Again, the smallest detail might not seem like anything but sometimes it’s the most important. Anything you think I need to see in those transcripts, make sure you point them out to me.”
Torres gave him a single nod. “Got it. It can’t hurt to put extra people on listening in and transcribing.”
A few groans circled the room.
“Yeah, I know transcribing sucks, but it’s important work,” Torres told them.
“Agreed,” Crew said. “I’m also going to set up a meeting with the leaders of both group one and three to compare notes and make sure we’re not missing anything.”
“If the Demons keep growing as fast as they are, we’ll be getting out of this rat hole and back into my house sooner than later,” Fletch announced.
Crew glanced over at Cami at that news. She met his eyes and slightly lifted one eyebrow in response.
She should start looking for another place. It had been hard enough for him to find Fletch and Wilder a crappy apartment, so finding something nice would be even more difficult. Decent rentals were getting snapped up almost immediately.