Page 384 of Sticks and Stones
Investigators his ass.
Interrogators were more like it.
Oh, and they were the best the CIA had.
“Nothing that we didn’t already know. Apparently, they swore up and down, they never had face-to-face contact with the supplier. They picked up the men at a location in the city, and transported them to the buyers, who had prepaid the supplier. I was just reading over the email before I got my ass chewed by some commissioner who thinks I give a damn.”
Well, that sucked.
And pretty much how they felt about the commissioner too.
“Handy,” Gene said. “Someone knows how to stay under the wire. Whoever this is, they aren’t an idiot, that’s for sure. They are managing to abduct people, and get drugs into the country. Did the questioning give us any way for me to find this person?” he asked.
Gabe wasn’t sure.
“They all swore up and down that it was a white Benz that showed up at the drops, and that theyNEVERsaw the guy’s face. The number changed each time—likely a burner.”
Gene and Ethan weren’t shocked. That was what they’d extracted from the bikers too. So, basically, they were running on the premise this was a guy driving a white Benz.
Well, that should narrow it down in DC where rich people worked and lived. On any given day, Gene saw at least five Benzes, and white was a popular color.
Gabe continued.
“They were asked about the locations, and every single one of them was checked out. What was found was they were blights to the city. Abandoned buildings thatNO ONEwas using. The bikers said they’d get there, and there would be a padlock on the door. They’d been given the combination, and once inside, they found the‘goods’bound, gagged, and ready to go.”
That’s what they learned, regarding the abandoned buildings.
So again, nothing new.
Ethan added the information to the report. He knew there wouldn’t be an official email on this. It would only be mentioned once.
Over the phone.
So they’d have to make it look like they found it out somehow.
“They then took them, and had a good time. They looked for a place to lay low, party, and have fun. They’d drug them, and then get them to swallow the balloons after they’d been used. The Snow made them comply. That’s why this shit is so dangerous.”
Yeah, tell them about it.
Gene was grossed out.
“Gabe, the head of that shitfest was on the phone and mentioned that he took a victim to Detective Price’s home and had some fun. They must have passed him off to a buyer shortly after. We haven’t come across any drug mules.”
He sighed.
“Well, that sucks. That matches what they told the interrogators. They admitted that they would then take them for delivery. There would be drop-offs, and it was always a park after dark. They would see the waiting car, get flashed by the headlights, and the trunk would pop open.”
Damn.
They had a system.
“The victim would be dropped into the back for the buyer to use, and that’s how they would pass the drugs to them.”
Gene was grateful for the information, so they were up-to-date on this.
“The three dead victims had to have died at some point in the process for them to all end up at the same place,” Gene admitted.
Gabe agreed.
