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couple of years back, we caught a chapter hit man red-handed in a shooting. And then offered him witness protection and shit loads of money to start a new life. He started singing.
    ‘Agon Scheafer is the head scumbag, the name the KLA commander now goes under; he’s one of our most wanted. He has five close lieutenants who run the New York chapters.’
    Isakson opened a file and placed six photographs in front of Broker.
    Agon Scheafer was tall, taller than Bear and Bwana, six foot seven, and was huge, built like a tank, with close-cropped dark hair, clean shaven, and no other distinguishing features other than his size. Broker scanned the other photographs of the chapter heads and saw the close-cropped hair, the narrow eyes, and a resemblance to the military bearing.
    Broker pushed the photographs back. ‘You want my help in catching Agon Scheafer?’
    ‘Nope. We can find him ourselves, however long it takes. We want you to identify the rat-bastard mole in the FBI.’

Chapter 10
    Broker leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands behind his head, utterly relaxed. ‘Tell me about him. The mole. Why do you think you have one?’
    Isakson counted on his fingers, making his case. ‘Eleven deals that the FBI acted on, with intel that we alone resourced and had access to, and eight of those were duds. No-shows. A lot of manpower and effort watching warehouses, street corners, wherever they were supposed to take place, and nothing happened. The three busts we made, we got street dealers who were so low down the food chain that they weren’t worth the hassle.’
    He extended another finger. ‘Another ten deals, this time with the 5JTF, and this time slightly better results, if that’s what you can call them. Four resulted in ten gangbangers arrested, six were the same waiting-for-stuff-to-happen deals. Of the ten arrests, six were killed, two bailed, the remaining two were so low level that they’re worthless and are now clogging our prisons. These twenty-one deals went back almost three years.
    ‘Of the six killed, one was the hit man who gave us Scheafer’s identity.’
    Isakson sat down. ‘One of those deals was through a grade A snitch whose juice had been good to take to the bank. Fifty Ks of smack was to change hands in the Bronx, in a gang-controlled auto garage in broad daylight. We checked with other snitches, other info, chatter that we picked up off the street, social media – you know some of these fuckers use Facebook and that shit – and all said the same. The deal was good to go.
    ‘We did what your friendly neighborhood task force would do – stakeout, an invisible one, with the NYPD’s Emergency Service Unit, ESU, and a SWAT team from Quantico in attendance. We sent undercover cops to service their cars at the garage that day. Some of us hung around doing what those hanging around do… thing is, that day, if a flea farted in the shop, we were aware of it. Nothing happened. We hung around till the shop closed and then scattered around all night, watching the shop from all ends. Nada. We drew a big fat zero.’
    He paused, expecting Broker to ask questions. Broker didn’t.
    ‘We squeezed the snitch but didn’t get much joy there. The snitch stuck to his story, and we couldn’t do much about it. We put it down to just one of those things.
    ‘This happened a second time, and this time there were no snitches involved. This time we got juice off a phone tap on one of the junior gangbangers. Another drug deal, this time in Brooklyn near a school in broad daylight.
    ‘We followed the same pattern and set up surveillance. Agents carpeted the school and its surroundings. Result was the same. Jackshit.
    ‘By now tempers were flaring, and a lot of fingers were being pointed at me and my management of the 5JTF. Remember, we’re the FBI, and we always get our guy. This was making us smell worse than rotten food and dirty laundry. Worse, it was making the NYPD look bad. Any task force is also a