Tyranny of a Lover...Diary of the Wife of an Undercover informant by Janet J. White

Author:Janet J. White [White, Janet J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-10-24T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The Vegas Connection

"We are all inclined to judge ourselves by our ideals; others by their acts."

-- N. Nicholson

A few days later, Clark's wife Winnie called to apologize for the incident with the gun. "Dick told Clark that your hand is broken. We’re so sorry."

"Appreciate your concern, Winnie," I said. "It's not too bad, just a small fracture along the edge of my left hand. I’m right-handed, so just grateful it wasn't that one."

"Can you manage okay?"

"I can work around most tasks, except folding the clothes coming out of the dryer or putting things on hangers."

"That would be a problem." She sighed. "I hope Dick’s helping with the laundry."

"Well…." I chuckled.

"I understand," she said. "By the way, I wanted to ask you about this Brad Hansen and the other fellow Dick introduced to my Clark. Do you personally know them?"

"Yes, Winnie," I vouched, "I met both Brad and Jake through Dick in Chicago."

With that, the older woman sounded satisfied.

A few days later the FBI put a bug on our telephone. "Be careful about what you say," Dick warned, "because from now on, they'll be listening to all our conversations."

In May of 1982, eight months into "Operation Fuzzball," Dick came in from another FBI meeting at the Federal building, poured a double Jack Daniels and plopped into a favorite stuffed armchair. He smiled to himself. "I've gotten high praise from Sonny as a covert operator, now that Brad Hanson and Jake Bartel have been accepted by Clark, Jackson and Reed as drug lords. Clark has agreed to the first money wash in Vegas. I'm due back at Sonny's office in the next couple of days. The Feds will iron out the details of the first money wash meeting with our two criminals, Clark and Jackson on one side of the fence, and the two Feds, Brad and Jake, on the other. Not to mention, last but not least, one heck of a covert operator, namely yours truly."

"Where will the meeting take place?"

Dick grinned. "The FBI has booked two adjoining suites at the Hyatt Hotel, right here in sunny Sarasota. We'll all meet in the suite that’s bugged. Sonny and another agent will be in the adjoining suite listening to the conversation and recording every incriminating word Clark and Jackson say to Brad, Jake or me.

"By the way, at today's meet, Sonny also told me that an IRS agent has been imported from San Francisco. The new IRS agent is also booked at the Hyatt Hotel, waiting for me to give him the once over. If I tell Sonny he's okay with me, I'll introduce him to Clark and Jackson after the first money wash. If he's accepted by them, the Feds will then have an FBI, a DEA and an IRS agent in the door before the bust comes. I'll go see this IRS fellow tomorrow. I want you to come along, Pussycat. You've got good instincts. If this IRS man doesn't cut it, I'll send him packing."

The next afternoon Sonny ushered Dick and me into the hotel suite, and introduced us to Bud, the IRS agent.

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