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“Not that we know of,” Potter said. “But they could be branching out.”
“Or this could be just one branch of something bigger,” I said. “These connections to both Russian mobsters and Mexican drug cartels suggests a possible alliance that is frightening when you think about it.”
Potter nodded. “Like a supercartel.”
Sampson said, “Or maybe they’re just a crew of freight agents that transport three different kinds of criminal commodities at once: drugs, cash, and people.”
“Slaves, you mean,” Bree said.
Bob Taylor, a smart, African American agent over at Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms, asked, “Are you a slave if you sign up of your own free will?”
“They were bought and paid for,” Bree said. “Even if the sellers were the girls themselves. Let’s call this what it is: sexual slavery.”
Taylor threw up his hands in surrender, said, “Just trying to clarify, Chief. You ask me, whoever these shooters are, they’re doing the world a favor getting defects out of the gene pool.”
There were a number of nods and murmurs of agreement in the room.
I couldn’t argue with the sentiment in one sense. I’d had the chance to go over the dead men’s rap sheets, and there was viciousness, cruelty, and depravity laced through their lives.
I don’t care if you believe in Jesus, God, Allah, karma, the spirit of the universe, or a Higher Power—the crew of thugs who’d died in Ladysmith, Virginia, had been begging for a violent death like that: shot down, no mercy. I believed that was true, even if I also believed that whoever killed those thugs deserved trial and punishment.
In my book and in the blind eyes of justice, the fact that a man had it coming to him doesn’t make killing him right. Especially if he’s killed in an ambush. That’s premeditation any way you look at it.
Mahoney went on with the briefing, giving some of the preliminary lab reports. The victims were all shot with .223 rounds, probably from AR-style rifles.
“Military?” ATF Special Agent Taylor asked. “Full-jacket?”
“No,” Mahoney said. “The bulk crap you can buy at Walmart.”
Sampson leaned over to me. “I gotta go. Anniversary dinner with Billie.”
“Congratulations to you and Billie. How many years?”
> “The big six, and thanks.” He slipped out.
The big six. Somehow that was funny.
A few moments later, Bree leaned over and said, “I’ve got a pile of work on my desk I need to dig through.”
“I’ll stay here and tell you if there’s anything new,” I said.
There wasn’t anything new, at least not from my perspective. Mahoney wrapped up the rest of the briefing in twenty minutes, and the place emptied out.
“You look like you could use a three-day weekend,” I told Ned.
“Wouldn’t that be something?” Mahoney said.
“Go to your place on the shore; it’ll give you fresh eyes on Tuesday.”
“I don’t think the gods of the Bureau would appreciate me kicking back with a cold one if there’s another attack on the underworld over the weekend.”
“You can always keep your phone on,” I said. “No one says you have to be in your office waiting for a call. There has to be some benefit to these phones beyond Facebook and texting, right?”
Mahoney half bobbed his head, getting a distracted look. “Traffic will be a bitch tonight. Maybe I can sneak away early tomorrow?”
“Now you’re thinking.”
“What about you? And Bree? Why don’t you and the kids come? Supposed to be a beautiful weekend.”
