CHAPTER XIV Smugglers
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THE REST WENT SWIFTLY.
Vicki was driven to FBI headquarters, away from Chickasaw Street. The last she saw of the four men, they were handcuffed and being taken away in cars. She knew she would never see Morris and the two Burtons again.
The night was beginning to fade as Vicki and the two FBI men who had met her climbed stone steps into a stone building. A guard unlocked the barred door for them. They walked along echoing corridors, and Vicki peered in at offices that never slept: telephone and international cable switchboards, men bent over desks.
“In here, Miss Barr.”
She was shown into a private office, where a portly man, obviously in charge, sat talking into a telephone. The phone, she noticed as the man hung up, was rigged with a silencer to keep
