Page 53 of The Mafia King's Baby

We arrive at Meridian Hill Park separately, using different routes and transportation methods. Celia positions herself in our backup vehicle with communication equipment and clear sightlines to the meeting location. Leonid takes his overwatch position with a clear shot at the statue of Dante and the surrounding area.

I approach the meeting location precisely on time, noting the early afternoon crowd of joggers, dog walkers, and tourists that provide natural cover. Moretti is already there, sitting on a bench near the statue and reading a newspaper with the nervous intensity of someone trying too hard to appear casual.

Judge Manlio Moretti looks older than his fifty-two years, with gray hair and deep lines around his eyes that speak of stress and sleepless nights. He’s dressed expensively but conservatively, the kind of careful presentation that federal judges cultivate to project authority and respectability.

I sit on the opposite end of his bench and open my own newspaper, establishing the pretense of a chance encounter between strangers. “Thank you for coming.” I keep my voice low and don’t look at him directly.

Moretti turns a page with hands that tremble slightly. “I didn’t have much choice. Your message was quite persuasive.”

“Persuasion is preferable to alternatives,” I say in a neutral tone.

He clears his throat. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything you know about Marcus Lang’s network. Partners, contacts, operations, and financial arrangements.”

Moretti glances around nervously before responding. “Lang was working with at least fifteen other agents across multiple field offices. He was coordinating with the Belov family and two other Russian organizations. The scope is much larger than anyone outside the network realizes.”

Fifteen other agents. The number is far higher than our worst estimates, and it explains why Lang felt confident enough to move against me. He wasn’t operating alone or with minimal support. He was part of a significant criminal conspiracy within federal law enforcement.

“Who are the key players?” I ask.

Moretti continues in a low voice. “Agent Desiree Watts from the Los Angeles field office handles West Coast operations. Agent Michael Torres in Miami manages drug trafficking routes from South America. Agent David Kim in New York coordinates with various crime families.”

I process each name while maintaining the pretense of reading my newspaper. These aren’t just corrupt agents taking bribes or looking the other way. They’re actively participating in criminal enterprises, using their federal authority to protect and facilitate illegal activities. “What about their connections to organized crime?” I ask.

“The Belovs are just one piece of a much larger puzzle. There are at least six major crime families involved of multiple persuasions, including Russian, Italian, and South American. They’re using the corrupt agents to coordinate territory disputes, eliminate competitors, and avoid federal prosecution.”

The implications are staggering. This isn’t just about one corrupt agent or one criminal organization. It’s a shadow network that operates parallel to legitimate law enforcement, with tentacles reaching into every major criminal enterprise on the East Coast. “What happens when Lang’s activities are discovered?” I ask the critical question.

Moretti finally looks at me directly. “That’s the problem. They won’t be discovered through normal channels because the people who would investigate corruption are part of the network. The only way this gets exposed is if someone from outside forces the issue.”

“Someone like me,” I say.

“Someone exactly like you, with evidence they can’t suppress and resources they can’t control.” He stands and folds his newspaper. “They know that, which is why they’re going to try to eliminate you before you can use what you know.”

“How much time do I have?”

“Weeks, maybe. Word is spreading that Lang has gone dark, and his partners are getting nervous. They’ll move against you soon, using both federal resources and their criminal connections.”

I ask the question I already know the answer to. “What’s your recommendation?”

“Disappear completely. Leave the country, change your identity, and start over somewhere with no extradition treaties.” He straightens his tie with nervous fingers. “Or use the evidence you’ve gathered against Lang to dig deeper to bring down the entire network before they can eliminate you, but that’s more hands-on than I’d be.”

“And if I choose to fight?”

He slants a glance at me from the corner of his eye. “You’d better be prepared for war because that’s what this will become once you start exposing their activities.” He turns to face me fully. “They have federal badges, unlimited resources, and criminal allies who specialize in making problems disappear permanently.”

“So do I.”

He shakes his head. “I hope that’s enough.” He checks his watch with obvious anxiety. “This is the last time we ever meet. Whatever debt I owed you is paid in full.”

He walks away without another word, leaving me alone on the bench with information that changes everything. Lang’s network isn’t just a few corrupt agents looking to make money on the side. It’s a criminal conspiracy that has infiltrated federal law enforcement at multiple levels, with connections to organized crime that span the entire country.

I activate my encrypted communication device and send coded signals to Leonid and Celia indicating that the meeting is concluded and we need to extract immediately. Within minutes, they’re both moving toward predetermined rally points where we can regroup and plan our next move.

As I walk through the park toward our extraction point, I accept our options have been severely limited by what Moretti revealed. I reach our vehicle and slide into the passenger seat while Leonid starts the engine. Celia looks at me expectantly from the back seat, but I can see in her eyes that she already knows the news isn’t good. The two SUVs acting as our backup are parked in discreet locations nearby.

“It’s worse than we thought,” I say without preamble. “Lang was part of a network of at least fifteen corrupt agents working with multiple crime families. The conspiracy reaches much higher and deeper than we estimated.”

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