sleeping. Is it important?
it is. Very.
go and wake him. Hang on.
I became angry. Here I am taking all the risks, getting arrested
with these women, and MOs sleeping! Just perfect! I ranted
inside my head.
. . . Mel? MO came on with a drowsy voice.
Ill dispense with the eagle because it has two broken
are you talking about?
those were some women you found.
do you mean? What happened?
while we were waiting to board the flight to Newark, Isabel said that
she had excruciating pain on her right side. She could not stand and
collapsed on the floor.
attack. An ambulance crew arrived, made the diagnosis, and we all went
to the hospital. When we got there, Maria started crying, shes
going to die, shes going to die. I finally calmed her. What
you coming tonight?
Theyre keeping her for lab tests and whatever. Maria and I will
stay in a hotel, but regardless what happens to Isabel, Im coming
it certainly is. And all because you wanted to use two virgin couriers.
For what reason I dont know.
done is done. Is everything else alright?
the two eggs are intact. I dont know what flight well
catch tomorrow morning. Ill call you at the office from the airport.
Ill wait for your call. Good night.
night. See you tomorrow.
first phase of the controlled delivery was completed, but there was
no way I could feel good about what I had just done. My only comfort
was the thought that if MO was in my place he would have done the same
felt bad, and Tom made me feel even worse because I knew he didnt
trust me. There was no reason he should, but I felt the need to have
his respect, if not his trust. I knew he didnt trust me because
I saw the way he listened to the playback of the phone call I had with
Mo. Tom, the diligent inspector, listened to the tape carefully a few
times to see if there was any warning code I had given Mo. He didnt
find any because there was none there. Still, he looked at me skeptically.
felt that I had done enough to warrant his trust. I was too tired to
put any more effort into my attempt to cooperate with Tom.
I knew it, we were on the move again. This time four Customs agents,
Tom and me boarded a late flight to La Guardia Airport in New York City.
The plane landed at 11:30 pm in New York. Our little party was met by
two agents from the New York Customs office and we all went over to
the Hyatt Hotel. It is located just outside the airport proper. They
did not check in, but went directly upstairs. The seven agents and myself
were billeted in two adjoining rooms.
seemed to be taking a lot of precautions with so many agents. It was
like they were guarding some precious cargo. It would have been nice
to think that they were looking out for me. The reality, I believe,
is that I was second in priority to the vests packed with heroin, 7.2
million dollars retail.
following morning, after doughnuts and coffee in the room, we drove
into Manhattan. We proceeded to the Twin Towers, the location of the
main office in New York of the United States Customs Service. I was
introduced to Peter Noonan, agent-in-charge, and Jack Conti, his second-in-command.
Peter gave me an overview of the delivery procedure. I felt like I was
going to school, taking a class with Peter as my instructor. I felt
if I did not learn my lesson, things would not go well for me.
listened with all that I had in me. I knew that after all this instruction
there was going to be a test I had to pass with flying colors. If not
. . .
will wear a wire while you bring the carry-on containing
the vests to the travel agency office on 34th street, Peter told
me. The agents will listen to you and MO talking through the concealed
wire. When MO has incriminated himself to our satisfaction and taken
possession of the heroin, we will break in and arrest him.
he asked me to draw a floor plan of the office. I did this with a pen
Peter gave me. The next thing they asked me to do, was call MO at the
office. Once more, a listening device and tape recorder were attached
to the phone.
I gave Peter the office phone number and he punched in the digits.