Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Crew stroked his bearded chin. “Las Palmas? I don’t know shit about Texas but that’s near the border, right?”
“Sure the fuck is. It’s along the Rio Grande.” Decker didn’t know Texas at all, either, but whenever he could and when Chewie wasn’t paying attention, he used his cell phone to keep track of their travel route.
“You see any of the cartel while you were playing Decker Protector?”
Decker shook his head. “I didn’t see shit. Since I was only there for ‘protection’, he wouldn’t take me inside the place. I had to stand by the rig and keep an eye out.” And the whole time while doing that, he felt like a target.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. But from the little I could see, I think they have a bunch of women working inside cooking the meth and packaging up the shards for distribution. Most likely all the workers are undocumented.”
“And probably paid shit, if at all,” Crew muttered. “Cartels like to pay in false promises and threats.”
“No doubt. Plus, the place was a complete dump. I’d guess someone else is renting the trailer for the cartel and in a couple of weeks, they’ll move the lab to a new place. Or move that trailer to a different lot. If it doesn’t blow the fuck up first. The toxic fumes were almost unbearable outside. I’m sure inside it was even worse. How many of those exploited women will be dead in the next month or so?”
Meth labs were extremely volatile. While he had wanted to go inside to document the setup as well as the workers, he also didn’t want a cartel’s lab house to be his final destination.
“They have no choice but to keep the lab moving. Too risky to stay anywhere too long. It’ll either get busted or turn into one big fucking grenade.”
A grenade was the perfect description of an exploding mobile home made of metal.
“Not with sharp DEA agents like you on the case.” Using his forearm, Decker deflected the throw pillow Crew whipped at him. “They could be smuggling the raw product in by boat across the river.”
“Could be. Or using drones to make drops. But it’s not my fucking worry how they’re smuggling it over the border. That’s for the DEA in Texas, along with the Border Patrol, to worry about. But I’ll definitely share your intel with the Houston office. My guess is they already have it.” His brow dropped low. “Don’t they hide the shards in with a shipment of cilantro, though? Where’d that come from? Or was it already on the trailer when you left West Virginia?”
“Trailer was empty when we left. We stopped at a warehouse outside of San Antonio first, picked up the load of the legal herbs, then headed straight to the lab house.”
“Did you drop a pin when you were at the warehouse, too?”
Decker tapped a finger to his temple. “I’m not a fucking rookie, Crewella.”
“Pointing to your head is an empty gesture. Literally. And doing so didn’t answer my question.”
“The answer is yes and I’m putting the lat and long into my report,” Decker informed him.
“Nice. Those kind of details might impress my higher-ups.”
“You need something to impress them because it certainly isn’t your ultra- professional and respectful demeanor.”
Crew snorted. “Gotta give respect to get respect. Anyway, now that you’re back, we need to work on getting probable cause for the Demons’ Uniontown church so I can get a judge to sign off on the affidavit. That needs to be priority.”
“I’m not the only one on this goddamn team. And it’s hard to do that when they want me back at Pizza Town tomorrow. But you might be happy with this news… From the text I got from Buster earlier, because of this border run, they now trust me enough to start doing the ‘pizza’ deliveries.”
“After that, they should. Okay, document a few deliveries. But that’s child’s play compared to wiring up their Uniontown clubhouse. Fletch is still doing his damnedest to get an invite to the Wolf Den so he can work on finding PC, too.”
“I’ll do what I can to work on that myself. But be aware, that as amazing as I am, I can’t shit miracles.” He also needed to hang out at the Wolf Den more when he wasn’t at Pizza Town to keep his eyes and ears open for Sadie. He needed to bring that subject up to Crew once they got the regular task force business out of the way.
“Text me tomorrow as soon as you know if you’ll be doing deliveries. Once you are, I’ll set Rez up at a local motel and have him order a pizza. Do you know how many prospects they have delivering drugs per shift?” Crew asked.
“From the limited time I was there last week, I saw one. I can’t imagine they have enough prospects to have more than that per shift.”