“You’ll get your fucking deal when we have Harper behind bars. Now where in the hell would he go to feel safe? And where is he getting money to finance his fucking vacation?” I ask, standing across the desk from one of the mid-level managers we apprehended. Last night was a late night but a good one and we put one hell of a dent in Harper’s organization. Now it’s Tuesday, mid-morning. We have five mid to high level curriers and managers that worked for Harper in custody. Three of them have flipped, are crying like babies spilling information about Harper and his gun smuggling business as well as some pretty good information on high level cartel sources. The other two haven’t said a word, but they are lower on the chain, look scared as hell and I’m pretty sure they fear retribution will be taken on their families if they talk, which is common in these organizations. Harper, in addition to his right hand man, is still at large and the three that are talking are corroborating each other’s stories that they have skipped town but no one knows where. Harper’s from Michigan, we know his family has a lake house on the Lake in Traverse City and we have the local FBI and ATF there looking into it, but I swear the man has disappeared into thin air. He has gone to ground and it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. “Man, Trevor has cash stashed everywhere. He could live forever on the lamb with the cash he’s got.”
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