Chapter Six
Han Sanford had headed back to his pick up of those at the Casino for the Montero family. He had no idea on whether he was being followed or what. He droved off with a black SUV with the plates in the back.
Meanwhile calling the main number for the F.B.I. office in Washington, D.C.. Special agent Howie Lewis pulled out his black cell phone pressing the special office number to be speaking with those for special assignments.
He waited for the call to have gone through the main switchboard with it being directed to the office of the manager in charge. Director Thomas Leary picked up the phone to answer it since it was from his undercover agents watching the birddog Han Sanford an inside man for the Montero family.
"This is Director Leary, what can I do for you, Special Agent Lewis?" he noted with the question. While shifting in his brown swivel chair.
"Sir, just to let you know our pigeon has dropped off his deposits inside the bank. There had been no tails on Sanford at this particular moment." Special Agent Lewis will have to say looking around his location.
"Excellent! At least the family so far doesn't suspect at all." he commented. Lewis needed to inquired.
"Okay, continue to keep an eye out on him Thomas. We don't need any screw ups now with NCIS and other agencies are going to have our heads once they findout what we have done." he cried out over the phone.
Exhaling over the phone. "I know sir. I will end this now and continue to follow back to the casino and with dropping the members of the family back home." Lewis responded with ending the conversation and the connection to the office.
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