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hat’s what Shake said on the phone, Ron. Some kind of illegal deal where they harvest organs to sell for transplants. Is that really a thing?”
“Unfortunately, it probably is…”
Mike sat under a sun umbrella at a downtown Starbuck’s sipping iced coffee. Across from him was Renaldo Keene, an FBI Agent and former active-duty Marine. Keene had been an MP in the service, stationed for a while on Okinawa where he met Shake and Mike. After his training at the Quantico academy, Keene’s FBI star rose rapidly. He was cited for superlative work with organized crime task forces and had become somewhat of a guru on the subject. Now he was approaching mandatory retirement age. As a Nevada native, Keene asked to do his last couple of years in the Las Vegas field office.
“Damn, what some peo
