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"All the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs mentioned was drugs," Wohl said. "You think someone is smuggling diamonds, gemstones, through the airport?"
"The way it works, on international flights, is that the plane lands and comes up to the terminal. The baggage handlers come out, they open doors in the bottom of the airplane. On the big airplanes, one guy, maybe two guys, actually get in the baggage compartment. Nobody can see them from the ground. If they knew which suitcase had the stuff, they could open it, take out a small package, packages, conceal it on their person, and then send the luggage onto the conveyor belt over to the customs area."
"Hay-zus," Wohl said. "I want to show you something."
He got up and walked to his desk, unlocked a drawer and took out a vinyl-covered loose-leaf notebook. On it was stamped:
BUREAU OF NARCOTICS AND DANGEROUS DRUGS
Investigator's Manual
FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY
Martinez looked at the cover, then opened the manual and flipped through it, and then looked at Wohl for an explanation.
"They sent that over, they thought it would be helpful."
Martinez nodded.
"I took a look at it," Wohl said. "They refer to what you just described as a common means of smuggling."
"I guess it is," Martinez said. "I didn't exactly feel like Sherlock Holmes."
"Maybe not
Sherlock Holmes," Wohl said. "But maybe Dick Tracy. It didn't take you long to figure that out."
That was intended, too, to put Martinez at ease. This time, Wohl saw in Martinez's face, it worked.
"When you leave, take this with you. I don't think I have to tell you not to let anybody see it."
"Yeah," Martinez said. "Thank you."
"Okay. So tell me what you've figured out about how someone, a baggage handler, or anyone else, would get a small package out of the airport."
"Well, there's all sorts of people keeping an eye on the baggage handlers. The airline has their security people. Customs is there, and the drug guys, and, of course, our guys. When the baggage handlers come to work, they change into uniforms, coveralls, or whatever, in their locker room. They change back into their regular clothes when they leave work. They have spot checks, they actually search them. What they're looking for is stuff they might have stolen, tools, stuff like that, but if the airlines security people should find a small package, they would damned sure know what it was."
"Unless they were part of the system," Wohl said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, but they're subject to the same sort of spot checks whenthey leave, and also, I think, when they're working. I thought about that. What theycould do, once one of the baggage handlers had this stuff, is take it from them, and then move into the terminal and pass it to somebody, a passenger, for example. Once they got it into the terminal, that wouldn't be hard."
"You think that's the way it's being done?"
Martinez did not reply directly.
"Another way it could be done, which would not involve the airlines security people, I mean, them being in on it, would be to put the package in another piece of luggage, one being either unloaded off, or being put on, a domestic flight. They don't search domestic luggage."
"But they do have drug-sniffing dogs working domestic luggage."
"Not every place," Martinez argued. "Like for example, AllentownBethlehem-Easton. Or Harrisburg."
"Yeah," Wohl agreed.
"The risk the baggage handlers would run would be getting caught with this stuff before they could get rid of it. Which means they would have to know when the plane with the drugs was arriving, and when the plane for, say, Allentown was leaving. And then they would have to arrange it so they worked that plane too."
"How do you think it's being done? Or do you think it's being done?"
"It's being done, all right," Martinez said. "And I think we have a dirty cop involved in it."
