Disclaimer: Everything familiar belongs to Ms. Evanovich and the creators of Criminal Minds.
Warning: Adult situations, adult language
Chapter 45: Saturday, August 27th, 2000-2200
Trenton
Terry's POV
Earlier this afternoon, a couple responded to the advertisement I had for one of the boys. I sent them an application and our fee schedule. I also gave them a twenty-four-hour deadline. I learned that those who are truly interested and desperate will respond within the given time frame. I wasn't disappointed when my e-mail pinged with their application.
The couple, Eric and Samantha Wilson, live in Palm Beach, Florida. I do a further search on them and find that they are indeed who they claim to be. I have learned to investigate the couples I sell to, to make sure that they aren't Feds trying to shut me down. I review their information, and I agree that they are perfect. On their application is their cell phone number. I pick up my phone at the office in Brick and dial their number. This building is owned by Dickie's family, so it will never be linked with me. No one knows that Dickie and I are close.
"Hello," a woman answers the phone.
"Hello, I'm looking for a Mrs. Samantha Wilson," I respond.
"This is she. How may I help you?"
"My name is Tina Conti, and I'm calling you from Discrete Adoption Services about your application."
I hear Mrs. Wilson shriek over the phone in excitement and call for her husband to come to the phone. I hear her explain who is on the phone. Then, the husband picks up the phone.
"Hello, this is Eric Wilson. What do we need to do?"
I like the no-nonsense man. It makes my work much easier. "Typically, I set up a time for you to meet the child. Before I can schedule that appointment, I need seventy-five percent of the adoption fee. It is fully refundable, minus any travel fees to meet with you. I see that you live in Florida, so for me to travel to you, you would be responsible for paying for my flight, the child's flight, and any hotel accommodations and car services required. You will receive an itemized billing of said expenses when you get your refund. If you agree to adopt the child, then you will pay the final twenty-five percent at the time you take custody of him. We usually take the money via wire transfer. If you don't have an adoption lawyer on retainer, I can bring one with me. You'd be responsible for his expenses as well if you choose not to adopt the baby."
I hear the couple briefly talk in the background. "That sounds doable. Can you send me the information for the wire transfer? But before I hang up, I'd like to know more about this boy."
I tell the man his fabricated background, assuring him that no mother or father will ever come looking for the child. I give the man the boy's latest stats from his most reason examination, as well as the vaccines he has received.
"Where would you like to meet, Mr. Wilson?"
"At our home. He's perfect for us, we can't wait to have him as our own. We've been looking for so long, to have him finally come along is a dream come true. Can you be here on Tuesday, August 30th?" Mr. Wilson asks.
I thumb through my planner to see who's available for the delivery. Fuck! Connie is busy with the newest knocked up escort, taking her to her doctor's appointment and Liliana will still be California wrapping up the other brat's adoption. I guess that leaves me. "I will be able to bring the child to you then. I'll be arriving with our attorney, Enzo Vitale. Don't worry, he's licensed in Florida so all appropriate paperwork will be filed, making the little angel yours, legally."
"That's perfect. Thank you so much. I can't tell you how happy you've made my wife and me." Mr. Wilson responds before hanging up. Sucker! Now I'm a cool five million dollars richer.
Now, I need to take care of Morelli. I call upon an old friend down on Stark Street. He helps us identify those who can give us the babies we need. I tell him that he needs to get his girls to proposition Morelli when he catches them for solicitation. He has a soft spot for getting head, if they offer to give it to him, he'll let them off. I want the interaction to be recorded so that I can send the tape to the Chief of Police. Morelli will lose his badge and will be begging me to give him a job with the family. No one turns me down, no one says no to Theresa Grizoli. My first husband learned that the hard way. You should have fucked me, Joe, because now I'm going to fuck with you.