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Warning: Adult language, adult situations

Chapter 64: Wednesday, August 31st, 1200-1400

Rangeman Miami

Terry's POV

I still can't believe we were caught! After so many years of being careful, of researching and learning about our marks, we, no I got sloppy. It's all Joe's fault. If he didn't suddenly drop off the face of the earth, I would have been in a better mindset. I would have looked more deeply into the Wilsons. I would have discovered that their information was false. I should have realized that everything checked out too cleanly. Now, I'm sitting in this cell, provided for me by none other than Ranger Manoso, pussy-whipped macho man who I used to respect, that was until he decided that Stephanie Plum was the be all and end all; the only woman for him.

When he first arrived in Trenton, starting to get to know the players in the Trenton families, I hit on him often. I would always show up in my sexiest outfits, trying to seduce him. I do believe that it was starting to work. I understand about a man not wanting to mix business with pleasure but come on, I didn't get breast implants so a hunk can ignore me. Then, one day, he stopped noticing me, stopped talking to me about things outside of the business. It was a short time later that Joe started to complain about the Cuban mercenary spending too much time with "his Cupcake." Ugh! I don't know how that woman can stand being called "cupcake," especially when Joe calls her that to remind her of the poems, he wrote in her honor right before joining the Navy.

Then, when Dickie got caught up in the disaster with his ex-partners, Ranger had to help Stephanie take him down and steal the money he deserved from under his foot. I still laugh at the way Joyce Barnhardt thought she was going to reap the benefits from his pay dirt. We were going to use that money to close up shop. Now, though, I've been sitting here waiting for someone to talk to me or to take me to the police station. I haven't been given my phone call yet, which I know can't be legal. When Uncle Vito's lawyers find out, the cops, FBI, and Rangeman will be in a heap of trouble.

I know I should be spending my time creating a defense, a way of blaming this whole operation on Dickie and Connie. I could say that I was unaware of the whole operation, that Dickie asked me to accompany him here to Miami to complete what I thought was a legal adoption. End of discussion. I know I can call up a few tears if I need them to help make me seem believable. I just want to know what Dickie said. I know that he's a weak link, that he is capable of flipping on me if I'm not careful. I try to remain in his eyesight as much as my captors will allow it of me. I see him trying to negotiate for better clothes, better food, better everything. It is ridiculous at the sense of entitlement that man has, none of which is founded. He's not even a true Grizoli.

I envisioned us going on our trip to our tropical destination. I can picture Dickie there. I think I would spend the first few days getting reacquainted with his body. I'd make use of the man with me unless I saw something better, then I would tell him to fend for himself. That would now be impossible, for I know that everything was frozen on his account and mine. The only reason I will have access to money is that I always hid a few thousand dollars in my house, and I always travel with cash stashed in the secret liner of my suitcase. One never knows when cash will come in handy.

I start to think back to the books. Do the books implicate me in any way? I set up my false account under a name that is an anagram back to Connie, Roselin Coloni. The ID photo associated with that account is a picture of me disguised to look similar to Connie. In it, I have on a dark-colored wig, I have a Wonderbra on, giving my C-cup a boost to look closer to Connie's D-cup, and more Betty Boop-like. I should be able to fool everyone. I really can't imagine anyone finding any clear-cut information to directly tie me to the adoptions.

I'm beginning to get impatient when my cell door finally opens. In walks an African American woman and an older Italian man who could pass for one of my father's men. Once they sit down at the sad excuse for a table in my "room," they get down to business.

"Ms. Gilman, my name is Agent Lewis, and this is Agent Rossi with the Behavior Analysis Unit of the FBI. We have a few questions to ask you."

"What am I being charged with and when am I getting my call?" I ask, giving her my full Jersey attitude.

"Well, Ms. Gilman, you are currently not under arrest yet. The MDPD has not arrived, and we would like more information on the suspects we have in custody currently regarding an attempted illegal adoption. From what Agent Rossi and I have determined, Mr. Orr called you asking you to accompany him to Florida to help him deliver a baby. He told you a nice family was adopting the child, and he needed to accompany the child to Florida so that he could file the paperwork with the state for the parents. We just want to know your side of the story." Agent Lewis continued.

I let out a huge sigh of relief in my head. I can't believe that these idiots think I'm innocent. HA! If they only knew. I quickly call up a few tears and pretend to be devastated at discovering that Dickie is involved in illegal adoptions.

"Oh my. I was so surprised when we were arrested. I never knew Dickie to be involved in something so heinous, so, so wrong. Those poor parents who lost their children! Tell me, Agent, will that child be okay? I would hate to see him suffering because he was stolen from his parents."

I watch the body language of the two agents and see that they clearly sympathize with me. I know I am a good actor.

"Well, Ms. Gilman, it seems that we are unable to find any record of his birth in the State of Florida. We are going to try New Jersey next since that is where Mr. Orr resides. Do you know if he has a residence anywhere else?" The male agent asks.

"No. Just in Jersey. He owns a home in Trenton and a summer getaway in Seaside Heights. If he owns any property outside of Jersey, that will be news to me." I reply. Then I add, "I think his good friend Connie Rosolli owns some property in Pennsylvania."

We make the women give birth in either Pennsylvania, Delaware, or New York to make it harder to cross reference the child's birth with their actual birth. Most investigators won't think to look in neighboring states. Now, while that idea makes sense to me if you live in the middle of Texas, California, Alaska, or Hawaii, it doesn't make sense in a state that takes about an hour to an hour and a half to drive across from west to east and north to south.

"Can you tell us more about this Connie Rosolli and how she may be involved?" The female agent asks.

"Well, Connie's family is a Family, if you know what I mean. Her father and uncles are small-time mobsters. Now, my Uncle used to be friendly with them, but in recent years, their relationship has become a little weaker. It is rumored that they control some of the prostitution halls in and around Trenton. It wouldn't surprise me if one or two of the adopted kids belonged to one of their girls. I could see her Family using that to punish the women."

"Really? Wow. We didn't find that in our research. Do you have any idea where they might be keeping the women before they give birth?" Asks Agent Lewis.

"I know that she owns a house on the DL. It's out near the Pine Barrens. I can give you an approximate location. It is remote enough that the women can't escape, but close enough that we can bring supplies to them regularly." I respond.

I give them lots of information, basically telling them what I did, but because of the way I set up all the records, Connie is going to go down, and hard. I make sure to throw in a few pieces of information that are incorrect to keep them from suspecting that it is really me doing everything. The more I play the informant, the better things will be.

"Ms. Gilman," Agent Rossi starts after about three hours of questioning. "Do you know if any of the birth parents for the adopted kids are alive or looking for their children. I'm sure most of them gave their children away under duress."

"I think it would be safe to say that all of the birth parents are deceased. They lived a high-risk lifestyle, taking drugs, turning tricks; most didn't have health insurance. I'm sure that they are in a better place. As for the fathers, most of them are 'johns,' so they don't even know that they have a kid, nor would they want to acknowledge the kid since it would destroy their marriages and possibly their careers."

"Where do you keep the records, Terry?" Agent Lewis asks.

"In a secret room. You access the room from my closet in my master bedroom. You need to move the clothes away from the left side, and there is a small lever in the corner. It looks like a bracket."

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Gilman. A member of the Miami-Dade Police Department will be in shortly to take you into custody. You will then be allowed to make your phone call before you are taken into federal custody by the FBI's Miami Field Office. Have a good day." Agent Rossi stated before walking away from me.

"What the FUCK did you say? I'm innocent! I didn't do anything wrong. It's not my fault that Dickie tricked me into being here. You need to release me immediately." I start yelling.

Agent Lewis responds, "Ms. Gilman, you just told us all the records are kept in your home. You admitted to everything you did. Expect to spend the rest of your life behind bars."

I finally realize what I said. In my haste to frame Connie and Dickie, I gave up too much information and implicated myself. I got too caught up in the moment. Now, what am I going to do?

TNTCE

A/N: Thank you for your kind words. A few of you were concerned that something was wrong, and I appreciate your concerns. As it were, life is just crazy. Not to mention, my muse took a vacation and left me at home. However, she is back, and I just finished writing chapter 69. I have the rest of Part 1 outlined and hope to finish writing it in the next week or so.

With 1,548 reviews, 82 people who have made this story a favorite, and 158 followers, I'm still overwhelmed by your response to this story. I hope that the ending to part 1 is what you all hoped for. Thank you to Susan, who is a fabulous beta, and thank you, my readers, for sticking with me. I love each and every one of you.