Joe sat at his desk. The lamp next to him was on, but the rest of the room was in blackness. Vinnie pushed the door open and walked in. as he sat opposite his boss, the cell phone in his pocket rang. Joe listened quietly to Vinnie’s side of the conversation, and managed to figure out that his contacts had finally come through.
Vinnie cut the call. “That was our mole in the FBI, says he managed to get into the Black File Archives. There is some good stuff in there.”
Vinnie indicated for Joe to open his email programme on his laptop. Within two minutes, a long list of names and numbers came up on his screen. Joe smiled; this contact had hit the motherlode.