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REGAN, RED AND JOHN Barnard met in one of the rooms used as an office at the new team HQ. By now Graham had found a name for the team - DOCS. Red had asked what the acronym stood for so Graham replied, “Destroy Organised Crime Syndicates.”
The men made final arrangements to sort out the necessary paperwork. To Regan’s relief, it was far less of a bureaucratic machination than anything the police could throw at him. New but false documents were provided for all three men. This was a new adventure with a new identity. A short time before business was concluded for the day, the phone rang. Regan answered it, “Yes?”
Jack’s by now familiar voice was on the end of the line, “You and Red have an appointment with the DEA tomorrow at 10 am. Don’t be late. Oh, and produce your new ID papers to security.”
“Grosvenor Square?” Regan queried.
“Of course, where else? I forgot to tell you. Keep the Bonnie. Just take care of her.”
It was 10 am exactly when Regan and Red were ushered inside the US Embassy by a uniformed Marine guard. He did not say one single word after inspecting their documents and checking the manifest affixed to a clipboard. A tall man approached them. He was wearing a long mackintosh. Regan was reminded of the Peter Sellers character Inspector Clouseau from the Pink Panther movie. ‘Clouseau’ hailed them in cheery fashion then ushered them into a suite of offices. The entrance door marked with a sign saying, ‘Drug Enforcement Agency.’
There was a little small talk between the three men before ‘Clouseau’ left Regan and Red alone in a small office containing a table and three chairs. A brown folder, marked ‘Top Secret’, was lying on the table. Regan opened the document folder which contained fifteen pages of official federal reports. He started to flick through them with Red alongside him as a second pair of eyes. Regan’s eyes opened wide as the contents sank in.
Memories of Miami flooded back. He saw photographs of Enrico, Bill and Carlo. Regan scanned the text in a hurry. He let out a low whistle and said, “Enrico was an employee of Bill! Bill was the real boss.”
Red looked puzzled. Regan carried on as if it was a running commentary, “Bill Morris, aka Guglielmo Di Maria, was a Mafia plant inside Customs with a view to infiltrating the DEA.
“Not only that but his real father was Don Galletti! He told me at Blue’s cottage he’d only recently found out who his real father was.”
Red asked, “What does it all mean?”
Regan replied, “It means it’s outstanding they had the balls to infiltrate Customs. I’ll tell you the whole story on the way to Boston. We have eight hours to kill on the flight.”
