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Morgan chuckled, then as she sat forward. “As we told you earlier, I run Boswell Group. A quick background, the group I run is called Boswell Two. The original Boswell is based out of Buffalo, New York, and is run by my uncle.”
“What do you do?”
“Uncle Chip’s agency hires honorably discharged US military people to run missions that aren’t sanctioned by the government. Everything is done hush hush. After I myself was discharged from the military, I worked with him. When I was on vacation, a few years back, I met my now fiancé, and moved back here. Uncle Chip was able to get funding from almost every bowl of alphabet soup, to fund starting Boswell Two.”
“What’s that?” Paul frowned at them. “The bowls of alphabet soup?”
“Our government agencies,” Morgan said, and began ticking them off on her fingers. “BCI, FBI, ATF, DEC, DHS.” She paused when she saw their confusion. “Bureau of Criminal Investigation, Federal Bureau of Investigation, Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms,” she stopped when they nodded and told them they understood.
“Go on,” Paul nodded to her.
“Anyway, because I moved here to live with my fiancé, Uncle Chip had been told by several of his contacts there were potential problems in this area. The only thing he was told was that women were coming up missing, and some doomsday preppers are the ones responsible for taking them north across the border. Since mid-June, I’ve been hiring women who’ve been honorably discharged from the military with special skill sets, along with their military experience. We’ve been going out and looking for areas like we found at Mason’s.”
“Don’t forget Rocco,” Joyce said. “We have information that Rocco Monroe is associated with a Cartel out of Mexico, and maybe even the mob. We’re still trying to get verification on it. We believe he’s the kingpin.”
“He’s not,” Griff said.
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“What do you mean,he’s not?” Carl demanded.
“He might be someone high up in the organization, but the person behind everything is Neil Mason.”
“Aka, Neil Carter,” Carl said.
“What did you say?” all three men from Canada demanded. “What name did you use?”
“Carter,” Carl said. “After working with the Boswell Group, I went back to my supervisor with the information they gave me, and my agency was able to obtain warrants to secretly install cameras to record what’s going on. Neil Mason is actually Neil Carter, and he’s on the FBI’s top ten most wanted.”
“How the hell are you going to be getting cameras in the home?” Griff demanded. He jumped to his feet, ran his hands through his hair, and paced. “It would be a coup to get him.”
“Yeah, but we’re not just going to get him,” Astrid said. “When I was in the military, I was in charge of the communications of my unit. All four of us women were in special units since the day we graduated from boot camp. The units were for women only, and you had to be the best of the best during boot camp. Only twenty-five women at any one time is a member of these teams. I was in charge of the computers.”
“I was the sniper of my team,” Ava said as she wiggled her fingers at them.
“Mechanic,” Joyce said.
“Commander,” Morgan said. “But, that’s not all we did. We went overseas on missions helping our fellow brothers in arms. I won’t go into detail, but all of us speak ten languages. Our teams were used to go into the market place in the middle of Afghanistan, and gather information to take back to the others. By the time the SEAL team went to take their target out, we were halfway home. Our job was done.”
“Damn, but how are you going to get the cameras inside?”
“That man I was with the first day we met?” Astrid asked, and smiled at their nods. “He’s not only Morgan’s brother, but he’s a cabinetmaker. He’s the one that’s making the new kitchen cupboards in the kitchen at Mason’s. Carl’s going to be with him when they’re installed.”
“I will. When we’re done here, I’ll be going back to my place, packing up a bag and moving into the Boswell compound, until we can take these suckers down.”
“Compound?” Harry frowned at them.
“It’s just a house with a detached garage and a detached office,” Morgan said, while the others smirked, but didn’t elaborate. Before anyone could say anything else, a phone began to ring, and by the sound of it, it wasn’t a landline there at the police station, and everyone grabbed their phones to look.
“It’s me,” Carl said as he pushed his chair back and stood. “Tom, Morgan, will you please join me?” Then he walked away as they scrambled to get to their feet and follow them. After being gone for a good fifteen minutes, they returned, and Carl took up the conversation.
“Okay, since we’re all putting everything on the table here, that phone call was from your supervisor. When Tom called me earlier today to inform me what was happening, I called the people I know across the border.”
“And?” Griff asked.
“And you guys check out.” He nodded as he bent down and took a file from his briefcase, as he placed it on the table before him, the women raised their brows when they saw how thick it was. “You can believe me or not, but your commander said for you to cooperate with us.” Just then another phone went off, and this time Harry took it, not bothering to go into another room. He only nodded, and just before he hung up, he sighed and said, “Yes, Sir.” He looked at his fellow workers, and nodded. “Boss, what he said,” as he pointed to Carl.
At that point, Carl opened the folder, and began spreading out eight by ten photos of women. “Can you tell us if you’ve seen any of these women. I’m not only working closely with Boswell, but I’m working with my counterpart over in Idaho. So far, this is the women we’ve been informed are missing.”
