Chapter 19
Another Tip
“BETRAYED AGAIN! SOMEONE leaked word about the raid to Devlin. We need a better way,” the frustrated federal revenue officer lamented. “So this time, no one gets the location until an hour before we act. I want a group ready, but only the three of us will know the address for now.” The local police captain, Arnold Johnson, and the colonel commanding the marines in the Brooklyn Navy Yard both nodded. “I may be paranoid, but I’m not even going to say the location out loud—these walls may be thinner than I think.” The revenue officer wrote the location on a piece of paper, showed it to his two colleagues, and ripped the sheet into several small pieces, which he tossed into the garbage can.
The secretary outside the door cursed under her breath, s**t, he wrote the fuc
