Page 49 of Jason's Justice
“Twenty-five years.”
Jason walked back to his desk, rifled through some papers, and after he picked them up, he continued to hold them as he turned back to Duane. “What did you do for the agency?”
“I worked undercover for about twenty years. Off and on. I’d say more on than off.”
“Okay, without giving away agency secrets what did you do while undercover?”
Duane paused to take a drink of the water glass provided, then settled back in his seat. When he received a nod and verbal directive to continue, he nodded. “Without giving away agency secrets, one undercover assignment I was a pimp and my girls were female agents. We set up a sting when we learned some Johns would solicit prostitutes, then when they were done, they would beat the woman and steal her money. Or, in some cases, when she agreed to the transaction, then they would arrive at the hotel and there would be a multiple number of men there. The prostitute was gang raped. She was also beaten if she didn’t agree, and was gang raped anyway. When she went to the local police, they basically ignored her because she was a prostitute.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Were any of the female agents one of the ones that this happened to?”
“No, after fifteen to twenty prostitutes reported the crimes to the police, they reached out to my boss, he in turn had me set up the sting. When the agents brought a john back to the hotel, they were arrested within minutes. I stayed on that operation for at least six months, and I believe we made over two hundred arrests.”
“Wow, okay, was George Grayson your boss during this sting?”
“No, I didn’t meet him until years later.”
“I understand, can you tell us about another undercover sting you were on?”
“Once I was acting as a seller of hot arms.”
“Can you explain to the court what that term means?”
“Hot, as is stolen, arms, as in firearms. Stolen guns. I acted as the front man to sell them. I made a sale, but my handler at the time said that I had to follow the guns, which I did.”
“Follow how?”
“Convince the buyer that because he was taking those guns across state lines, then as the seller, I knew how to get around checkpoints and things like that.”
“Did you? Go with them?”
“I did, and the people who used them to commission a crime were arrested.”
“Who was your handler that told you to go with the guns?”
“Supervisory Special Agent, Larry Mason.”
His statement caused a stir at the defense table, and George’s expression turned red with rage. Both Jason and Duane ignored him.
“Is there any other undercover operation that you can think of that might be important to this case?”
“After being undercover in Vice, which was the prostitution sting, I was transferred to Narcotics. Drugs. I worked undercover as a homeless person living on the streets for weeks and sometimes months on end gathering information on who the players were.”
“Players?”
“Major dealers, major buyers, people like that.”
“Why were you brought back into the office?”
Duane sat forward, scrubbed his face, and sighed heavily. “Honestly?”
“Please, you are under oath.”
“I think I was targeted by George and Larry to get rid of me. I knew too much, and I could hurt them.”
“Why do you say that?”
“My director retired, naturally.”
