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I discovered that the Attorney General’s office were a bunch of busy little bees because the police headquarters was swarming with hordes of young men and women all wearing the distinctive jackets with the title “FBI” emblazoned on the back. I knew they had taken the files and were starting to carry the ball on the corruption charges that my Uncle Joe had been fighting to institute these last few years but without success.
The case had enough dead bodies to start a tidal wave of protest from the enraged public for someone to take charge and it was beginning to look like this was going to be the FBI taking charge and prosecuting the bad guys after collecting adequate evidence to bolster their case.
Since the cat was already out of the bag, I collected the extra copies of the files and put them into my safe along with the details on the case starting with the first murder of John Doe aka “The mysterious Mister Anderson”.
I went immediately to my Uncle Joe’s office and he ushered me into his inner sanctum turning on the radio real loud and whispering in my ear he thought his office was bugged. We both went down the back staircase to the impound yard in the rear of the building and he lit up a cigar as he pulled his ever-present silver flask from inside his vest pocket and asked me,
“Want a taste of the Irish, Mike?”
I knew enough to decline because my Uncle thought anyone drinking on duty was a boozer with the possible exception of himself because in his case it was medicinal. At least that was the excuse he gave his conscience each time he bent his elbow toasting anything that came to mind. He had been that way forever and a day and I didn’t see any chance of him ever changing his ways at this late stage in the game.
There was a knock on his door that annoyed the shit out of me because there were a few items I wanted to discuss with my Uncle in strict confidence.
“Come in, come in, no need for formalities around here, this place is a madhouse.”
Sure enough, another FBI jacket waltzed into Joe’s office, only this time it was a female agent inside it.
“Deputy Chief, my name is Gloria Rivera and I will be your liaison with the federal authorities during this part of the investigation.”
She was a neat little package and the top of her head only came up to my shoulder. The thought went through my mind that we would fit together like bookends in a horizontal position.
“Special Agent Rivera, this is retired Detective Mike Malone, I use him as an outside source of information for our data collection effort. I trust him because he is my nephew but I assure you no nepotism is involved in our arrangement.”
Agent Rivera looked me up and down and I guess she liked what she saw because he held out her hand and said,
“Pleased to meet you, Detective.”
I hastened to tell her,
“Please, call me Mike, Gloria, I feel certain we will enjoy working together on this case.”
She was carrying an attaché case and walked over to Joe’s desk and bent over to pull out several folders of federal level case files and looked over her shoulder at me speaking in her beautifully accented English. I couldn’t help but be embarrassed because I knew she was fully aware of the fact that my eyes were glued to the lovely sweeping curves of her heart-shaped bottom in that tantalizing bent-over position and I saw her smile instead of frown which encouraged me to pursue things at the first opportunity.
“Here are several documents that show the connection between your dirty cops and the organized mob running most of the city in the shadows of the night.”
I glanced at one of them and saw it was loaded with financial information that was reported for the guys taking cash under the table but unable to hide all the facts from the watchful eye of Uncle Sam.
“Agent Rivera, I want you to go with my nephew to the Internal Affairs office and go over the highlights of the case with the director. Just be on your guard because we have already determined that there is a mole or maybe even several moles in that watchdog agency that are on the mob’s payroll and they leak all details that should remain confidential.”
I took the opportunity to move in behind Gloria’s back and peer down at the files in front of her. It allowed me to lightly brush my groin against her tightly fitted pants and I was able to judge that she was not wearing any undies because I could feel no impression of a panty line underneath. Even though she was somewhat dark-skinned from her Hispanic heritage, I discerned that she was blushing and I was certain she was having the same dirty thoughts that were running through my mind at that very moment.
We left and decided to use her unmarked car because it was brand new and had all the bells and whistles that our police department budget could not afford for our transportation needs.
Of course, she drove and I experienced a nice tingle when her hand touched my leg as she shifted into gear. I could have moved away but it was so enjoyable that I kept my knee spread out for her fumbling fun.
The Internal Affairs office was disorganized and I think some of the boys in plain clothes were suffering the effects of a late-night party and were so bleary-eyed that they barely noticed our presence. I had heard of the orgies that they were famous for using the girls gathered up by the vice squad for some “quid pro quo” payback for not being processed for illicit activities with “Johns” working undercover. I had even been to one of those orgies in my early days and I regretted the participation because it smacked of evil trafficking of these young girl’s bodies for unpaid pleasures of the flesh. I was definitely not a do-gooder but I had a degree of pity for their forced submission to authority in a group sex scenario.
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