Never Just a Dream - The Psychic Trilogy Book 2

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Making a Difference

Several days later, Bill’s apartment:

Even though they had made the decision to keep a safe distance because of the case, they thought it best that they at least catch up on what’s happening with the investigation. Bill decided to fill Angie in on their progress to bring down the syndicate, and now that ‘Jimbo’ was dead, they felt he would just be replaced with someone else. Jimbo was involved not only with predatory loans, but drug deals, intimidation, blackmail, extortion, and any number of criminal activities. Of course, it wouldn’t hurt her case.

The apartment is quiet and Angie sat up in bed and waited for Bill to join her. After he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, he stood at the foot of the bed and watched her for a moment.

“You’re leaving in the morning for Miami. Aren’t you going to talk to me?”

“I don’t know where to start,” he replied dreading it.

“Just say it. It can’t be any worse than what I’m imagining.”

He took off the towel, climbed into bed and pulled her close to his chest. “Please don’t get upset, alright? We don’t know for sure at this point, but now that Tony knows about the FBI, the DEA, numerous police detectives, and of course, your case against him, we don’t know what he might do.”

She sat up straighter. “I haven’t heard that name since I read up on the case. What are you trying to tell me Bill, and please don’t hold anything back; I can take it.”

He touched her cheek, closed his eyes for a moment, then he said, “Tony ‘Lucky’ Lucas. That’s his name and he’s a very powerful man, and he’s out there plotting against all of us.”

“Oh, no,” she whispered. “It’s the FBI; isn’t it?”

“Yes, Angie, the FBI being involved will stir up a lot of criminals who don’t want the attention, or their money train derailed.” He stroked her shoulder. “We knew after the sting that we were stirring the pot, but we’re not worried, not really. We have each others back. Everything will be alright,” he tried to convince her.

“If that’s true, why even bring it up? You are worried, aren’t you Bill?”

“Of course, I am. Tony did a lot of terrible things, but he didn’t succeed the first time, meaning he went to prison, and he’s not going to get away with it; not again. Please try not to worry too much. I’ll be careful; everyone will be careful,” he stressed and pulled her into his arms.

Angie hugged him close trying to be strong. She pulled away after a moment. “I’ll try not to worry too much, but you have to promise to tell me everything, and I do mean anything that might put you or my family at risk. Promise me, Bill?”

“I promise,” he smiled and kissed her cheek and then his mouth closed over hers and then wandered down her throat. He needed her so much tonight. Bill continued to nozzle her neck, making slurping sounds.

Angie giggled and pushed him away a little. “Bill, wait a minute, I’ve been thinking and I wanted to ask you something.”

“What is it?” He dared to ask trying to kiss her again.

“Are David and Ashley involved with this plan?” Angie asked and watched his face closely for his answer.

“Of course, but just David on this assignment,” he replied.

“I see; not sure why I asked, but they are our friends and I worry a lot.”

“Let me take your mind off worrying so much. Now, where were we?” He asked, getting back to kissing her ear and her throat as he tried to move on to more enjoyable pursuits.

Early the next morning, Bill headed south to Miami, while the DEA and the FBI were busy with their assignments, meaning locating and disrupting drug movements on the coastline. As per their informant, the shipments were coming into port very soon now. They previously notified all the authorities in the area and it’s only a matter of time before they made a bust big enough to send a message to Tony that they were not going anywhere, and he would have to take notice of their activities to shut them down.

On the west coast, the FBI were busy infiltrating the Mexican border. The nature of narcotics trafficking changed as shipments neared the border. While Mexican cartels did have representatives in cities across the United States to oversee networks there, local gangs got involved in the actual distribution of the narcotics. David was familiar with this type of distribution and were easily able to go about doing their business without too much trouble. Soon now, with the help of the informant, the Cartels and the local gangs would see that police detectives were on the trail and soon the authorities would be too.

David, meanwhile, was busy in his own city, working with Captain Jones on numerous crimes, including murder, also directly linked to Tony and his work in New York City. The Captain was ready and waiting for him when he arrived late one evening.

“Hello, Captain, I thought we should meet here away from prying eyes,” he said.

“Is Bill going to join us? He’s heavily involved in these plans; correct?”

“Not tonight, he’s working with the FBI through their offices in Florida,” he replied.

“Okay, what’s your plan?”

“We need your help. Per a few of our sources, Tony has upped his narcotics distribution in Jersey, in Florida, on the west coast. The FBI were busy at those locations, but we want to send Tony a message in New York City as well.”

“It sounds like you have a plan,” Captain Jones said, curious about his plan.

“It’s the old plan in the book. Hit them where it hurts, in the pocketbook. No drugs, no money; it’s as simple as that.”

“You do realize that Tony won’t sit still for it,” Captain Jones stressed his point.

“That’s exactly what we’re counting on,” David said, liking their plan more and more.

Somewhere off the southern coast of Florida:

Bill left New York City at the crack of dawn. He arrived, checked in with the FBI just as the ship full of contraband they were monitoring arrived into port. Bill headed there to meet up with numerous FBI and DEA agents working with him, although the FBI would take the lead on this crucial assignment.

“Bill, can you hear me?” An FBI agent, named Otto, asked and touched his earpiece looking for him. They had decided to address each other by their first names just in case.

“I hear you Otto. What’s our status?” Bill asked not far from the ship.

“You and your friends should stay put. I’m going to scan the ship with this device that picks up body heat.” Turning on the device, he spotted several men inside the ship. “I see ten men, probably armed. They’re deep inside the vessel protecting their cargo, and maybe ten more throughout the ship, all loaded down with weapons. We need to be smart about this. Are you in touch with the rest of the team?”

“Yes, I spoke to them a little while ago. The police and the DEA are ready, but we need to give them an exact location. I haven’t been able to do that since they keep changing direction.”

“They have to pull into port soon,” Bill said. “They’ll be out of fuel very soon now. They’ll have no choice but to dock.”

“How much longer do you think it will be?” Otto asked.

“Soon now, I’d say in about an hour.”

An hour went by and sure enough, the vessel pulled into a secluded area with a small pier. Bill followed the ship, contacted Otto with the ship’s location. Everyone was in place. We should be able to do this and no one will get hurt, he thought. Bill met up with his team, speaking to them briefly. They knew what they had to do.

As soon as the men on the vessel began unloading their contraband, Bill could see they had no idea what lay ahead for them. The police were out of sight waiting for the right moment to make their move. Using a blow horn, he yelled, “The party’s over, gentlemen. Put down your weapons. You’re surrounded.”

The men immediately started shooting. Bill as well as his team fired back. With nowhere to run and with limited ammunition, plus they weren’t fast enough to take cover, it was over in a matter of moments. Bill and Otto’s team came forward just as another man came off the boat shooting in their direction. They took cover and returned fire. He ran out of ammo, then taken into custody.

Bill scanned the vessel and there were no more men on board. “They’re all yours,” he told the police and the DEA.

“Thank you, Bill,” Otto said truly gratefully. Bill’s team came forward with all the men from the ship. “Thank you all for helping us tonight. If your sources are accurate, this will be one of the largest, if not the largest drug hauls we have ever done in this state. It will send a message to the drug lords and the syndicate that the DEA and the FBI is here to stay. Thank you, again,” Otto said, shaking all of their hands.

“It was our pleasure,” Bill said. He nodded to his team as they dispersed head back home. “That felt good. Do you agree?”

“I agree, Bill. We can and will make a difference,” a team member replied.

“Where to now, Bill?” A team member asked.

“We can all go home. The FBI and the DEA are set up for another sting in New Mexico. I have a few things to update you. It’s important.”

They stared at each other and wondered what that was about. “Alright, we’ll see you back in New York,” one team member said, unable to ignore the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Somewhere near the border of New Mexico:

Police Detective David Waters had dreamed of working undercover on such a massive scale. He considered this type of work well suited for him. Working with law enforcement officials and border guards would lead to a far better outcome, than busting down doors and catching criminals with guns drawn.

His wife, Ashley, was not part of the team. She didn’t take it personally. The night before he left for New Mexico, they had a long talk about his feelings about his work and the sting that had gone so horribly wrong.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such a pain since the sting. It’s just,” he couldn’t finish.

“Sweetie, I understand. We lost one of our own and when it happens, we tend to look inward and think about whether we could have stopped it, but we couldn’t have done more. You know that; don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” he replied. They snuggled close under the covers. “This trip is far more important than anything I’ve ever done since joining the force. I want it to make a difference and make his death mean something.”

“It will and I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, honey.” They held each other close. “I’ll call you when it’s over.”

“Be careful and I’ll look forward to your call.”

He smiled. “Count on it.”

Early the next morning, he checked in with his Captain, and as per another invaluable tip, they located a shipment coming into the United States, a shipment so huge, that it would make history, they were convinced of it. It was just the kind of message David and Bill were trying to send to the cartels in Mexico and Venezuela.

After landing in New Mexico and connecting with his team, he decided to wait for a while to consider what they had told him earlier in the day. Authorities in the area believed, and their tipster had confirmed, that metric-tons of marijuana and cocaine were about to enter the United States. David and Bill realized there’s an ongoing war against illegal drugs in this country and the DEA and the FBI were there to help in any way that they could. Illegal drugs spawned all manner of crime in this country, not the least of which were homicides, prostitution, death from overdoses, the list went on. Federal agents in this one way could ease some of that.

David and his team, from a few blocks away, scanned the massive truck more closely. Apparently, this flatbed truck was loaded down with illegal drugs headed for the border, but the drugs were hidden inside a false floor of the truck. He could see them clearly now. A routine stop would find the illegal drugs with the help of dogs, but the timing was crucial.

David then turned to his team. “Gentlemen, I have a visual,” he said, getting right to the point. “What’s your position?”

“Well, it’s nice of you to join us, David. You know it’s no fun without you,” Ben said, a DEA agent and a friend of David, tried to make light of a serious situation.

“We’re waiting at the mark, David,” Walter said, also an agent, shook his head at his friend.

David chuckled. “It’s good to be here. Is everyone ready? I can see the truck now. It should arrive at the checkpoint in about five minutes.”

“We’re ready, David,” Ben said as he made his way toward the truck.

“I see the police are out of sight. That’s good, Ben. We don’t want the driver to panic. He may be armed,” David said using his binoculars.

“Yeah, it’s best they don’t show themselves. We want the driver to think this is just a routine stop for him.”

“Walter, he just pulled in. Get ready on my mark,” David said, nodding to Ben.

David walked over to the truck and stood in front of the driver, weapon in hand at his side, but he hadn’t pointed it yet. “Good evening, would you mind stepping out of the vehicle, please?”

The driver’s mouth dropped open in shock. He panicked, and immediately threw his hands up into the air, opened the door and fell to the ground. He was terrified. “Don’t hurt me, please. I have a wife and child at home, please,” the man begged.

David hadn’t pointed his weapon. Something must have spooked him. The police immediately fell on the man, putting him in handcuffs and took him away.

Ben and Walter were both dumbfounded by the man’s reaction to David. “Well, that was easy, I must say,” Ben said walking up to him.

David hadn’t heard him. “What did you say, Ben?” He asked still confused.

“Are you thinking about what he said to you? He’s probably never been approached by the police. He’s terrified of going to jail. Come on, we need to head back to New York. Bill has a big meeting set up.”

“Yes, let’s check in with the local police and then we’ll head back.”

“So, Walter, how did we do? Was it a big haul, big enough to make Tony sit up and take notice?” David wanted to know.

“We have a record take here, guys. There must be enough illegal drugs here to net millions on the street. We did good; extremely good.”

“Excellent.” David turned to the police. “Gentlemen, thank you for your invaluable assistance tonight. Remember, we’re here to help you in any way we can. You can contact us anytime. Good night to you all.”

“Good night, and thanks again. We just heard of the bust in Florida. Way to go, guys,” the policeman said, giving them two thumbs up.

“It’s our pleasure,” David said as they headed to the airport and flew back east towards New York.

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