I remain standing. “Gibbs you never cease to amaze me.”
“Me too,” I agree.
We’ve known him for years. He was referred to us by Claudius Morientz, another boss and close family friend. It’s enough of a reference since Claudius only uses the best. More importantly, Gibbs is a man who goes above board to find anything you need. He can work with even the most difficult of things, and if he can’t find exactly what you need, he’ll have some kind of lead. Having the cop’s name is more than a lead.
“Great to be appreciated,” Gibbs says with a smirk running a hand over his salt and pepper beard. “Office Wyatt Tanner is our guys name. He’s supposed to be a long-standing member of the Chicago Police Department with his twenty year service. But believe me when I say this guy is dirty as fuck.”
Gibbs takes out a document and hands it to me. I sit next to Salvatore so we can both look over it.
Within seconds I see exactly what Gibbs means and my is Officer Tanner one dirty motherfucker.
Links to drugs, prostitution rings, and human trafficking seem to be his favorite past times. Along with illicit arms dealing.
I don’t know how Gibbs finds this shit out, but he has his ways.
“Fucking hell,” I say. “This guy is crooked as fuck.”
“And still on the force like he’s one of the patron saints guarding the gates to heaven,” Gibbs answers. “You’re gonna have to be careful with this guy. because he’s working with Kar Pleshov and arms dealer from the Ukraine. That’s where the guns are going. The end destination. Boys, take my advice and do not strike yet. Not until this.”
He takes out another document and I take it.
It’s another list. Another schedule of things that will be stolen. Not from us though. From other companies. The next hit is listed for three weeks’ time. Three days before our case of guns is supposed to leave Chicago. They’re planning to steal more guns. This is from a gun shop warehouse on the other side of Chicago. It’s a case of four hundred revolvers. They even have the time listed. Ten P.M Wednesday the 16th of October. The delivery drop off is at Check Point A. Motherfuckers.
I glance at Salvatore and watch him tense. I already know what he’s thinking. If we don’t do anything until this happens it’s time wasted. But what will it cost us if we get something wrong?
“Gibbs, that’s cutting it too fine. We can’t be like sitting ducks for the next three weeks.” Salvatore blows out a ragged breath.
I don’t like the idea any more than he does, but I think it’s the best option we have.
“I hear you and I don’t like it. I want to keep looking but they’re hidden well. As we know from previous experience that means they have help. With a dirty cop involved that could mean help in high places. We know where their next hit is so all we have to do is watch and wait, allow them to do what they’re doing and lead us straight to Check Point A. Once we know where Checkpoint A is then we’ll hopefully get the guns back. If not, we at least get the guys.”
This is the first real concreate thing we’ve managed to get our hands on.
Salvatore nods. “Yeah, it looks like that’s our best shot.”
“I think it is,” I agree. “It’s the easiest way too and keeps things simple. We plan for a heist then on the sixteenth.”
“I’ll get the men ready. We need to go in hard for this, make sure we get these fuckers good and proper.”
That sounds like music to my ears.
I look forward to going to the club all day and when the time comes, I feel like my old self again.
I’m calling the waiting time respite. A grace period where we can’t do anything but wait, even though we still have the secret squad and our soldiers keeping an eye out. We wouldn’t be fool enough to just sit back and relax for the next three weeks.
I am however taking the time to destress.
There’s only one thing I want to do to relief the damn stress and angst of the last few weeks.
I’m looking right at her as she dances in the crystal ball.
Lilly St. James has been in my head all day and I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit to craving the time to indulge on her.
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