I said, feeling no need to identify myself. I know he has been waiting
by the phone. I just arrived at Newark.
the girls with you?
the doctors are going to keep Isabel another night and Maria was so
upset over Isabels condition I decided to leave her in Chicago
and come alone.
you want me to send a limo?
it will be quicker if I take a taxi.
you in about an hour or so depending upon traffic.
was another Oscar-winning performance from me.
before I could pat myself on the back, we are on the move again. This
time the entire entourage, this whole traveling circus, me and the agents,
were equipped and specifically prepped
for this operation.
outfitted me with the wire. It was a small portable transmitter, measuring
three inches long by two inches wide. Attached to it was a thin, flexible
wire aerial about two feet in length. The transmitter was placed in
my jockey underwear, directly in front of my genitals, and then the
aerial was attached to the front of my body with adhesive tape at six
inch intervals. An additional smaller transmitter with an internal aerial
was placed in the pocket of my winter jacket, to be used as a back-up
in the event the body wire malfunctioned.
I was being prepared for my part in this operation, the number of agents
grew like runaway cancer. There were now fifteen agents in this party
and they were putting on bulletproof vests. It gradually dawned on me
that this operation was no joke, it was serious and dangerous business.
thinking that someone could get hurtthinking that that someone
could be Mel Mendelsohn.
I get a vest? I asked (and I wasnt talking about the heroin
vest). The bulletproof one.
told me that Pakistanis and their friends hug one another when they
meet, Peter reminded me. You wouldnt want him to hug
you and feel a bulletproof vest, would you?
course not, was my weak reply. But what if someone fires
a shot? All hell could break loose!
theres nothing to worry about. We do this all the time. Were
thing about professionals was supposed to calm me down;
all it did was bring my discussion with Peter to a close.
we got down to the garage, there were five vehicles waitingthree
passenger cars, a yellow taxi, and a United States Parcel Service delivery
van. I said nothing about the taxi or the UPS van, figuring that theyd
tell me what I needed to know.
agent dressed in a brown UPS uniform got into the van. The remaining
agents, with the exception of Jack Conti, spread out into the three
cars. Me and Jack got into the yellow cab.
for somebody to yell, Wagons ho! No one dared to.
five vehicle convoy proceeded uptown in the direction of 34th Street.
Peter and Jack maintained communication throughout the trip, using walkie-talkies.
Peter asked me to talk in order to check the viability of the wire and
the pocket transmitter.
the good soldier, I comply. Everything is in good working order. MO
wont know what hit him.
traveled up Tenth Avenue to 34th and then made a right turn. The travel
office was slightly beyond Sixth Avenue and Macys Department Store,
on the left hand side of the street, number 45.
stopped the taxi between Seventh and Sixth Avenues. The remainder of
the entourage continued east. Fifteen minutes went by before Peter came
over the walkie-talkie.
UPS driver is going to deliver a package to the office.
Hes going to check the floor plan. Hell tell whomever is
in the office that he delivered the package to the wrong floor.
waiting. Another ten minutes passed, then there was another communication
layout of the office checks out. Theres a woman and a man inside.
From Mels description its Mohammed. Mel, are you ready?
off my lethargy, now ready for action. Yes.
lets do it! Everybody on their toesand lets all be
careful. Jack, drive Mel across Sixth Avenue.
Jack said into his walkie-talkie. Ten four.
Jack drove the cab across Sixth Avenue and stopped directly in front of the McAlpin Hotel.