FDC
March 21, 1972
Dear Ma and Pa,
I'm writing this to you from the Federal Detention Center - I know you didn't think I'd end up here again, and I thought I wouldn't either but things went belly up with the last job and it's got me in trouble – BIG TROUBLE this time and it won't be easy to get out of it. Five-0 ambushed us - we didn't stand a chance.
I can't believe it! Months of meticulous planning and we got caught like we were first timers. Everything just fell apart in ten minutes because of those damned pigs.
How did they know? I wanna know how they knew we would be here!
Someone betrayed me, betrayed us and I'll get the sons of bitches that did it…they'll pay for it, I SWEAR they will. I'll teach them what it's like to rat on our family! I want you to put the word out that Baker wants to know and make sure it's worth their while, I don't want anyone saying we don't pay generously for information.
I thought it was solid - rock solid – so don't go blaming me for something that wasn't my fault. You know I'll make it up to you, just like I always do. I'll get your money back, double. Just help me out, okay? That's what families are for aren't they?
I thought it would be a breeze that night - we had the warehouse covered, cased it beforehand, bribed the guards (well those that we hadn't threatened), planned it SO well that nothing should have gone wrong – somehow the law knew we'd be there.
I'm not staying here a minute longer than I need to. Get the brothers to spring me if you can't get those fancy lawyers of yours to take the case. I HAVE to get out or I'll go mad here waiting for the trial.
Guess my only consolation is that we got a couple of them; two HPD coppers shot by yours truly. Oh but sweetest of all was that curly-haired whelp of McGarrett's. You remember him? The one who looks like a surfer dude but is really a tough sonofabitch. The Chief pig's boy – Williams, I think his name is. He's the one who put Timmy away last August. You should have seen it – he put up some fight when he got jumped, but in the end went down like a felled bull when Jansen hit him, split his skull wide open then I moved in for the kill and bam! I couldn't help but grin when the knife hit home. Boy was it good to hear the tough McGarrett yell…'Dan-o! Dan-o!' when he saw me stick his man – he acted like it was his kid brother, or something. Pathetic.
Williams is an ace shot so it could have been me lying there, bleeding, if Jansen hadn't been able to creep up behind him. Gotta be grateful for small mercies, eh Ma?
You'd laugh - I thought he was out for the count but Williams screamed like a girl when the blade went in. Not like our boys who went down without a sound. 'Dan-o' got two of them himself – so that yelp was music to my ears. I enjoyed stabbing him – payback time for my guys. I hope he dies painfully.
By the way, we lost four (may they rest in peace). I'll make McGarrett's blue-eyed wonder pay for each and every one of them, whether he shot them or not – IF he survives. I've got someone on the inside to get word to me on his condition, if he doesn't die we're gonna try and teach him a lesson in the hospital, I hear air bubbles in a needle is pretty effective. Now I know you'll say it's revenge but what have I got to lose? Besides which it's sweet – SO sweet.
I guess it's going to be tough getting me off this one with all the witnesses. That McGarrett is freaking mad, with his boy in the hospital (almost the morgue actually) he's gunning for me. He was all riled up when they booked me. I got a bloody nose and a black eye I still can't see out of; if he's ruined my face I'll kill him too, swear to god! And he cracked my ribs – before his big Hawaiian thug hauled him off. Maybe it was because I laughed and parroted "Dan-o! Dan-o!" when I saw them working on Williams' body. He laid into me like he was ablaze!
Pa, I can hear you telling me not to taunt the guy, he's crazy and dangerous all right but why should they have all the fun? I always did enjoy a nice joke.
Try to get me that hotshot lawyer again, would you? The one who got me off before? I want to sue the ass off them – McGarrett shouldn't have hit me. Okay so I stabbed his precious puppy and laughed about it but that's no reason to go around hitting folk! He's a cop; he's supposed to uphold the law!
I am trusting you to get me out of here. I never want to hear the words 'Book him.' ever again. Creeps me out.
This letter has been sent very special 'delivery', so forgive the toilet paper, it's not easy to get the good stuff here and I have to smuggle it out any way I can. Give the bearer a ten-spot for it will you? I promised.
You have to dig into the mole situation then get word to me in this hellhole. I need answers. Oh and if you hear Williams dies or anything before I do let me know would you? I guess we'll all dance a jig at that news! Well, maybe not Steve McGarrett but that just makes it all the better in my book.
I'll write when I can – come visit. I could do with some cheering up and a few smokes.
Your loving son,
Baker