Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Jamison and his kids had left a while ago. Monty a half hour ago. And the only people left at church were his BAMC brothers also working on the federal task force.
Crew’s salt-and-pepper head popped out from the club’s meeting room doorway. “Yo, assholes! Task force meeting. Upstairs. Now.”
“Everybody else here?” Decker asked as he and Rez played a game of foosball.
“Yeah, waiting on you turds.”
“Where’s Nox?” Finn asked.
“Doing something up in his place. I’ll grab him on the way.” Crew’s head disappeared and Finn heard the side door slam a few seconds later.
“Duty calls, boys,” Finn announced, downing the rest of the beer and tossing the empty into the recycle bin.
Once they got upstairs, Decker, Finn and Rez settled into empty seats around the long conference table. Like normal, as task force leader, Crew sat at the head of the table. They were joined by Torres, Kruger, Mullins, Powers and Nox. Nine out of the fifteen-member task force team.
It was rare that all of them were able to gather for a meeting, especially if someone was undercover, like Fletch and Nova, or doing surveillance.
“All right,” Crew started, his gaze scanning the occupants of the table. “Since Fletch and Wilder are still deep undercover, I have them on a conference call along with Butler and Reynolds. I’ve been meaning to have this meeting to give you the latest updates on the investigation. I met with leaders of the two other groups and this is what we know so far between the wiretaps, the UCs and the surveillance, so pay attention.
“We have three major players involved with this trafficking. That we know of, anyway. A Mexican cartel as the supplier, the Deadly Demons MC as the transporter and La Cosa Nostra as the distributor. More specifically, the Russo crime family out of Pittsburgh. That’s the organization funding the whole operation.
“Here’s what we’ve learned so far, some info confirmed, some not. Russos are buying five kilos of ‘ice’ a month from a cartel. The DEA in Texas is working on discovering which cartel, but if any of you get wind of who that is, get that info to me ASAP. Of course, they’re using code and haven’t mentioned the names of the players in any of the wiretaps so far. The Demons are calling the supplier Los Malos MC. We know for a fact Los Malos MC, or even a cartel by that name, doesn’t exist. They’re only using it to throw off anyone listening.”
“Sounds like they may be smarter than we thought,” Decker said.
“Maybe,” Torres said. The DEA agent and “plant manager” sat to Crew’s left. “But we’ll figure it out eventually. With all the wiretaps between the three groups, not one has slipped and actually named the Russos or the cartel... yet.”
Crew picked up again there. “Whether they’re smart enough is questionable. They can’t even figure out when they’re being tailed. That’s how we discovered where the majority of that meth was landing. The pipeline breaks down like this… The Demons have a member who’s a long-haul trucker and they’re using his rig to transport the bricks of meth for the Russos. Side note: even though the rig’s in this biker’s name, we think the MC paid cash for it. Group one slapped a tracking device on the rig and are setting up more surveillance to notify the DEA in Houston when it’s on the move so they can try to identify the cartel. But since they tagged the rig, it hasn’t gone anywhere near the border. What we assume is, once a month the Demons are transporting it from the southern border into West Virginia by mixing it in with legitimate loads of cilantro so it goes undetected.
“Once the load shows up, the MC takes one kilo as payment. By taking it in that method, they’re making more money than being paid outright in cash because of how they’re cutting it up and selling it on the streets. Then the Demons are using various methods to deliver the remaining four kilos to one of the Russo lieutenants. From what we can tell, the Russos are paying twelve thousand per kilo wholesale. The second it hits Pennsylvania, that value doubles.”
“That’s a hell of an investment,” Finn muttered.
“Exactly. But remember, that’s only the uncut value. We can safely assume the Russos are then turning around, breaking it down into half and quarter kilos and selling them to street-level dealers. Those dealers then break it down even further by cutting it with filler. Our guess is the Russos are making about two hundred and forty grand when they sell it to the low-level dealers. That’s a hell of a return on their original investment of twelve K.”
FBI Special Agent Nova Wilder’s voice came from the speaker phone sitting in the middle of the table. “And why they most likely got involved in this business venture.”