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informed him.
“Is the source trustworthy?” Agent Parker asked.
“Yes, he is.” He replied as he put papers in a file.
“You know what to do. Let’s get it staked out. You know we have to be sure before we bust into someone’s home.” Agent Harris advised.
Agent Parker and his team made plans for the stake out. The agents would take two hour shifts. With Coopersville streets being pretty straight they are able to watch the house on the corner from three angles. Days pass without any movement. Dawn of a new day was on the horizon when suddenly a white van pulled in front of the house. A dozen Mexicans got out of the van walking single file into the house. They noticed one man with a gun in his hand leading the line of men. The other man at the rear with a firearm bringing up the rear. The men marched into their prison one by one. The door closed behind them and the window shades were drawn. Agent Parker knew this was a ‘drop house’ from the way they entered the house and immediately closed down the house. Agent Parker and agents would keep a close eye on the place.
Meanwhile, the FBI office ran a check on the house and found it belonged to a Mark Brandon. That wasn’t a surprise since the Brandon’s own most of the town. The next step would be to find out if the home was rented out. Agent Parker had his secretary run a check on the tenants from his informant at the utility company. The informant came back with the information. The house was rented to Ron Mills or at least his name was on the utilities.
Agent Harris knew they could bust the house and free the Mexicans but this would not stop the body smuggling ring from operating in this area. They needed to locate the leader. Maybe he would show up at the house.
The FBI continued to keep close watch on the house of Fifth Street. By no means would they stand by and let the Mexicans be killed. Knowing they would not kill them in the house being afraid someone would hear the gun shot. If they put them in the white van it would be to take them either to pick up the ransom or to the desert to get rid of them.
Saturday morning one agent noticed a nice looking young couple going door to door handing out religious material. They reached the corner house of Fifth Street without going to the door they walked right on past as if they didn’t see the corner house. That seemed suspicious. They walked on stopping at the next house continuing on with their ministry.
The agent reported the suspicious action of the young couple to Agent Harris.
“Let’s see what they do next week.” Agent Harris said.
“They were probably told not to stop there.” The agent said.
“That could be or maybe they saw something that kept them away.” Agent Harris said as he pushed back in his chair.
“I didn’t think of that, sir.” The Agent said.
“Okay, what’s on your mind?” Agent Harris asked.
“I don’t know but there’s something about those people that bothers me. I think they know something about what’s going on in that house..”
The following Saturday came without any movement from the house of Fifth Street. The Agent parked down the street watching again the young couple walked from door to door handing out their religious material. Just as they approached car the agent stepped out of the car.
“Good morning.” The agent politely said to the young couple. “Sure a nice day. Do you live in the neighborhood?” he
“Is the source trustworthy?” Agent Parker asked.
“Yes, he is.” He replied as he put papers in a file.
“You know what to do. Let’s get it staked out. You know we have to be sure before we bust into someone’s home.” Agent Harris advised.
Agent Parker and his team made plans for the stake out. The agents would take two hour shifts. With Coopersville streets being pretty straight they are able to watch the house on the corner from three angles. Days pass without any movement. Dawn of a new day was on the horizon when suddenly a white van pulled in front of the house. A dozen Mexicans got out of the van walking single file into the house. They noticed one man with a gun in his hand leading the line of men. The other man at the rear with a firearm bringing up the rear. The men marched into their prison one by one. The door closed behind them and the window shades were drawn. Agent Parker knew this was a ‘drop house’ from the way they entered the house and immediately closed down the house. Agent Parker and agents would keep a close eye on the place.
Meanwhile, the FBI office ran a check on the house and found it belonged to a Mark Brandon. That wasn’t a surprise since the Brandon’s own most of the town. The next step would be to find out if the home was rented out. Agent Parker had his secretary run a check on the tenants from his informant at the utility company. The informant came back with the information. The house was rented to Ron Mills or at least his name was on the utilities.
Agent Harris knew they could bust the house and free the Mexicans but this would not stop the body smuggling ring from operating in this area. They needed to locate the leader. Maybe he would show up at the house.
The FBI continued to keep close watch on the house of Fifth Street. By no means would they stand by and let the Mexicans be killed. Knowing they would not kill them in the house being afraid someone would hear the gun shot. If they put them in the white van it would be to take them either to pick up the ransom or to the desert to get rid of them.
Saturday morning one agent noticed a nice looking young couple going door to door handing out religious material. They reached the corner house of Fifth Street without going to the door they walked right on past as if they didn’t see the corner house. That seemed suspicious. They walked on stopping at the next house continuing on with their ministry.
The agent reported the suspicious action of the young couple to Agent Harris.
“Let’s see what they do next week.” Agent Harris said.
“They were probably told not to stop there.” The agent said.
“That could be or maybe they saw something that kept them away.” Agent Harris said as he pushed back in his chair.
“I didn’t think of that, sir.” The Agent said.
“Okay, what’s on your mind?” Agent Harris asked.
“I don’t know but there’s something about those people that bothers me. I think they know something about what’s going on in that house..”
The following Saturday came without any movement from the house of Fifth Street. The Agent parked down the street watching again the young couple walked from door to door handing out their religious material. Just as they approached car the agent stepped out of the car.
“Good morning.” The agent politely said to the young couple. “Sure a nice day. Do you live in the neighborhood?” he
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