Present Day, FRIDAY - SEPTEMBER 5, 1986
Special Agent Dominick Edge checked his watch as he strode down the hallway at the offices of the state Organized Crime and Racketeering Bureau in Fairfield. It was almost 7:00 PM.
Now that he'd finally made contact with Shifu, Operation Angel was in full swing. The special task force targeting Shifu had basically amounted to a lot of promises, theory, and intention until three days ago. Now it was time to get down to business.
The door to the conference room where they were scheduled to meet was open. Dominick glanced around the long table as he walked into the room. He recognized the three men in plainclothes, but he didn't know the man in uniform. Dominick could see from the uniform that he was a captain in the state police, and he appeared to be in his mid-fifties.
"Gentlemen," Dominick said.
"Hey, Dom, how's it going?"
"How you doing, Dom?"
Investigators Paul Smith and Ron Donahue of the state's Organized Crime and Racketeering Bureau and their boss. Deputy Chief Robert T. Buccino, got up to shake his hand. The captain stood up, waiting for an introduction.
"Dominick, this is Captain Brealy," Buccino said.
"Nice to meet you. Captain." Dominick shook his hand.
Captain Brealy smiled and nodded. "I've heard a lot about you, Agent Edge. I hear that you've lived up to your reputation this week."
Dominick's brows furrowed. "Excuse me. Captain?"
"You've met the Angel of Death at long last. We're all very happy to be making some progress on this thing finally."
Dominick was ready to take this the wrong way, but he let it pass. "Yes, Captain," he said with a smile, "I'm very happy, too."
"So, Dom, did you see our friend today?" Paul Smith nodded at an eight-by-ten surveillance photo taped to the wall that showed Liu Shifu getting into his car. With his smooth unlined face, big mischievous smile, and thick hair, Paul Smith looked like a kid compared with the others. He was in his mid-thirties, but he could easily pass for someone ten years younger. "I know you went for coffee with him, Dom. I hope you didn't let him buy you a hamburger."
Ron Donahue snorted up a laugh. Ronny was the crusty grand old man of the Organized Crime and Racketeering Bureau, an old-fashioned Irish cop who didn't take any guff but sure as hell knew how to dish it out. Though he rarely talked about himself, anyone who was anyone in law enforcement in the state of New Jersey seemed to have a good Ron Donahue story. Wiseguys throughout the state despised him, and Mafia defendants routinely booed and jeered at him in open court whenever he showed his face. He was that good.
Deputy Chief Buccino rolled his eyes and chuckled. Unless you knew him, it was hard to believe that Bobby Buccino had spent most of his career with the state police, retiring as a lieutenant. With his round face, ready smile, and easygoing manner, he looked like everybody's favorite uncle—except to those who'd seen him in action.
As Dominick took a seat at the end of the table, he squinted and pointed a menacing finger at the young investigator. "Smith, I should've killed you when I had the chance."
The men howled with laughter, except for Captain Brealy, who just looked confused and a little put off by their private joke.
"You see. Captain," Dominick explained, "two years ago I was working undercover down in Monmouth County, posing as a bad guy, same as I'm doing now with Shifu. Well, there was this accountant down there who approached me about doing a hit for him. The guy was under investigation for the murder of his partner. He asked me if I could get rid of this investigator from the state who was on his tail. An investigator named Paul Smith." He scowled at Paul and shook his head. "I could've done it and gotten paid for it. What was I thinking?"
Paul Smith pressed his fingers to his eyes, he was laughing so hard. Captain Brealy however still looked puzzled.
A big man in a dark blue suit breezed into the room then and hung his jacket over the back of the seat next to Dominick.
''Sorry I'm late, gentlemen."
Deputy Attorney General Robert Carroll of the Division of Criminal Justice was built like a pro football player. Once a street investigator for the Essex County Prosecutor's Office, he had worked his way through Seton Hall University law school at night. The attorney general of New Jersey, Cary Edwards, considered Robert Carroll the state's top investigative attorney.
When the Shifu file had landed on the desk of the director of the Division of Criminal Justice, Robert Winter, he reviewed the case and, recognizing its importance, passed it on to Carroll for evaluation. After spending the weekend with the file, Carroll came up with several investigative possibilities, and within a month the Operation Angel task force was formed with Robert Carroll as the man in charge.
The deputy attorney general loosened his tie and sat down. "So what have I missed."
"Nothing. I just got here," Dominick said. "Shifu called me again on the beeper this morning. That's the second time in three days. He wanted to know if my source came through with the cyanide yet. I told him cyanide was a hot item right now because of the Lipton soup thing down in Camden, but I told him to hang tight, I'd get it for him."
Earlier that week, purely by coincidence, a New Jersey man had died of cyanide poisoning. Traces of the poison were found in the Lipton instant chicken noodle soup he had eaten for lunch. The story had been all over the papers, and the timing was perfect for Dominick. It gave him a good excuse for not being able to get Shifu the cyanide he wanted right away. But Dominick knew he wouldn't be able to put the guy off indefinitely.
Robert Carroll pulled a yellow legal pad out of his briefcase and started to take notes. "Did you discuss anything else?"
"I told him I would also get him the coke he wanted, but I was all tied up right now getting guns and shit for my big customer. He told me he was gonna be talking to his source today to see if he could get me the kind of arms I need. He promised to get back to me. I asked him if I could get in touch with him at the number he beeped me with. He said I could use that number, but that I should be careful what I say when I call him."
Dominick looked from Robert Carroll to Bobby Buccino. "Now what have you decided about the cyanide? If I keep making excuses, he'll think I'm a bullshitter and that'll be the end of that. He'll disappear. I've gotta give him something."
Buccino's smile flipped over, and he shook his head. "Can't give him the real thing. No way. He'll use it."
"Yeah, but you can't give him fake stuff either," Paul Smith pointed out. "He's used it before. He knows what cyanide's like. He may know it's bogus the minute he sees it."
Ron Donahue gave Paul Smith a sour look. "What the hell's wrong with you, Paulie. You can't give Shifu the real stuff. What if he tries to use it on Dominick?"
"Yeah, but if we give him a fake and he finds out, we'll lose him," Smith said. "Then again, if we give him nothing, we may still lose him."
Captain Brealy extended two fingers in order to be recognized. "May I suggest something? We have several qualified undercover people in the state police. Let's introduce one of our people to Shifu, say, as Dominick's cyanide contact. It would ease some of the pressure of having to make excuses and it would give us the security of having two men...."
Dominick tuned the captain out. He had been afraid of this. Cooperation between law enforcement agencies was almost unheard of, and Operation Angel was a very unusual three-way marriage, two state agencies with a federal agent by himself out on the line. But Dominick had a feeling something like this would happen sooner or later. Someone would decide that he needed ''help" with the undercover end.
"Frankly, Captain," Dominick said, ''introducing a new man to Shifu wouldn't be a very good idea at this point. I just met the guy. We know he's very cautious. If I try to introduce somebody new to him now, he'll back off. We'll lose him."
Captain Brealy raised one eyebrow. "You don't know that for sure. You say Shifu is desperate for cyanide. If he's that desperate, I think he'll deal with a new person."
Dominick bit his tongue before he said something he'd regret. "Captain, with all due respect, I've been doing undercover work for a very long time. I know what it's like out there and I know how bad guys think. Shifu may be desperate for cyanide, but he's not stupid. The man has been an active killer for at least six years. No matter how badly he needs the poison, self-preservation is his highest priority. If he gets suspicious because all of a sudden there are too many new faces in his life, I'll lose him, and I won't get him back. I guarantee it."
The captain leaned forward on his elbow and fixed Dominick with a stare like a bald eagle. "You seem awfully confident of your instincts." He shifted his gaze to the deputy attorney general. "It seems awfully foolish to hinge an entire operation on one man's gut feelings."
Robert Carroll started to explain why Dominick had been specially recruited for this job, how his unique undercover abilities had been invaluable in the arrests and convictions of dozens of Mafia members over the years.
But Dominick was only half listening. Obviously Captain Brealy did not believe that Dominick Edge was any different from any other undercover agent. He had to be convinced that Dominick actually was unique. Dominick stared the captain in the eye and became "Michael Dominick Provenzano."
"Excuse me, excuse me," he said, interrupting Robert Carroll. "With all due respect, sir, I think there's something you don't understand here. Shifu is a motherfucker, a cocksucking motherfucker. He kills people the way the rest of us go take a shit. He just does it, doesn't even think about it. It's his right. That's how he thinks. If he wants something bad enough, he'll kill you, he'll kill me, he'll kill anybody he has to to get it. He also thinks a lot of himself. He thinks he's hot shit. So if he doesn't respect you, he won't bother with you. And to get Shifu's respect, you gotta be a motherfucker just like him. No, worse."
Captain Brealy was sitting back in his seat, stunned. All cops curse to one extent or another in order to assert themselves, but Dominick Edge was the master. Normally he didn't like to curse, but when he had to, he could use the words like a weapon. When he cursed, you felt as if you'd been whacked in the chest with a lead pipe.
The room fell silent. Robert Carroll was tapping his pen against his lips. Paul Smith was struggling to contain his grin. The captain coughed into his fist. He looked as if he were about to respond to Dominick when someone's beeper suddenly went off.
"It's mine," Dominick said, pulling the small device out of the pocket of his leather jacket. He looked at the phone number on the LCD readout. ''It's Shifu," he said. "The home number."
"There's a phone right there," Captain Brealy said, nodding to the sideboard behind Dominick. "Call him."
Dominick shook his head. "Let him wait."
The captain's eyes shot open. "Let him wait.? You'll lose him, for God's sake. Call him back."
"No. I'm not gonna suck up to him. He has to come to me."
Captain Brealy frowned and looked to Robert Carroll. "Is this how your office plans to run this investigation?"
The deputy attorney general tucked in his chin and blew out his cheeks. He looked sideways at Dominick. "Maybe you could—"
Dominick held up his hand and cut him off. "Lemme tell you something, Captain. The name of this game is control. If I go running to him every time he calls, he's gonna think I'm bullshit. And once he thinks that, he's not gonna want anything to do with me. That's why he's got to come to me. I've gotta call the shots. Not him. I have to maintain control over him, not the other way around."
Captain Brealy focused on Robert Carroll. "Who's running this investigation, Mr. Carroll? I wasn't aware that ATF was running the show."
"This is a joint effort, Captain. ATF is participating, not supervising."
"It doesn't seem that way to me."
Robert Carroll sat back in his chair and said nothing for a moment. His face was placid but determined, the defensive tackle waiting for the snap. "I have every confidence in Agent Edge's abilities, Captain. I plan to rely on his expertise as far as the undercover phase of this investigation goes."
Captain Brealy didn't back down. "Well, I'm beginning to question the federal agent's judgment. I'm going to have to call my headquarters in Trenton and see what they decide."
"You can call anywhere you want, Captain, but this decision will be made in this room. And it's already been made," Carroll said.
Brealy glared at the deputy attorney general as he pointed at the beeper in Dominick's hand. "The target has made contact. I believe we should respond."
Dominick tossed the beeper down onto the table and looked at Brealy. "I do plan to respond. Captain. But not now. Shifu's gonna wait until I'm ready to talk to him."
Captain Brealy frowned at Dominick, then shot an angry glance at every man in the room. His chest was heaving. He was pissed.
Dominick sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. He wondered how long this happy marriage would last.