The Benefactor. Don Easton
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Rose frowned as she recalled her own words, before taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling. “I see,” she said abruptly.
“Thought you might,” chided Jack. “However, concerning Boyle, I believe he will pass the report on to the AOCTF. How the report is worded will provide added protection for the informant.”
“And if you are right in your assumption that AOCTF will receive the report and it is leaked … close scrutiny of the wording may direct suspicion toward Bien Duc VC-2.”
Jack nodded. “Instead of the real informant.”
Rose gave Jack a hard look. “I-HIT could potentially be looking at you for conspiracy to murder.”
“Goodness, no,” mocked Jack, throwing his arms up from his sides, as a fake gesture of innocence. “Should that happen, I’ll explain that the triads operate like a paramilitary structure. My wording reflected that, when I said orders at the top had to be passed along.”
Rose raised one eyebrow and stared at Jack as she thought about it, then nodded and glanced at the report and continued, “You conclude the report by saying that the investigation is still in the preliminary stages and any obvious reason for trying to murder Nancy Brighton has not yet been positively identified. Further investigation will examine all associates of Dong Tran VC-1 in an effort to identify a connection or motive to the murder.”
“The top VC-1 would not normally be involved in a murder. I think there must be something personal that we don’t know about yet. Maybe he is doing a close friend a favour or something, but we need to dig deeper to find out.”
“You mentioned when we spoke earlier that Nancy Brighton had witnessed Mia Parker hiding some drugs and was responsible for having her arrested.”
“Yes, but it only resulted in a charge of possession. I’ve known a lot of Vietnamese in the past who have been charged with trafficking, yet did not resort to murdering witnesses. I think the whole situation needs to be investigated more thoroughly. If I suggested that as a motive and it later turned out to be wrong, defence lawyers would use it to tell a jury that someone else had reason to commit the murder. Nancy Brighton used to be a prosecutor, who knows, maybe it stems from someone she put in jail years ago.”
Rose stared silently at Jack, then said, “I think you are the reason I drink.” She then signed off the report.
When Jack returned to his own desk, he winked at Laura.
“She didn’t see it?” asked Laura.
“Oh, she saw it all right, but she still signed it off.”
“What if Boyle doesn’t pass it along?” asked Laura.
“It would make us look more innocent if he does, but if he doesn’t, then I’ll have a word with Roger and see if he will do it to see what transpires. The important thing is to protect our informant.”
“I still hate protecting guys like that,” muttered Laura. “Our informant should go to jail for what he did.”
“Think how stressed he already is. Believe me, we’ll make him pay his dues over a lifetime, far longer than the couple of years he would ever get in jail … not that there is evidence to charge him to start with.”
“So you don’t plan on cutting him lose after this investigation?”
“Hell, no. Not for what he did. I have long range plans for him. We’ll coach him in what is needed for his own advancement in the gang while targeting others who might be promoted over him. In a couple of years he’ll become a VC3, then later maybe a VC2. See how stressful he finds working for us then.”
“He’ll wish he had gone to jail,” said Laura, wrinkling her nose and sounding vengeful.
Later that Friday afternoon, Jack received confirmation from Connie that his offer had been agreed upon in writing by the prosecutor. Jack immediately provided Connie with a copy of his report so she could start working on the application for the wiretap over the weekend.
It was Monday morning when Roger Morris arrived at AOCTF and read Jack’s report. It was a photocopy and did not include the usual signatures at the bottom. He walked over to the secretary and waved the report in front of her. “Where did this come from? Has it been lying on top of my basket all weekend?”
“I first saw it this morning,” replied the secretary. “I was told that a Constable Boyle from I-HIT came over late Friday afternoon after we left. He said he had some intel on a murder and wanted to know if we knew anything about the guys in the report or if we thought the information was credible. It floated around the office all weekend and ended up in my basket this morning. I then put it in your basket as you arrived.”
“Something stinks,” replied Roger. “The last page looks like it had been cut in half before being photocopied. How come it’s not signed?”
The secretary shrugged. “I presumed he cut something off that he didn’t want distributed to other sections. Maybe to protect his source.”
Roger shook his head. “Do you notice the initials behind the paragraphs?”
The secretary glanced at the report and saw either B/R, C/R or C/R/C behind each of the paragraphs in the report.
“Yes, I wondered what that meant. Is it a code for who supplied the information?”
Roger shook his head. “Nope. I’ve seen it before. It’s used by the Intelligence Unit for informant debriefing reports. Stands for ‘believed reliable,’ ‘completely reliable,’ or ‘completely reliable and can be used in court.’ They also use UR for unknown reliability or sometimes DR for doubtful reliability. This report didn’t originate from I-HIT. My money is that it was written by Jack Taggart.”
“So this goof on Friday was trying to make people think it came from him,” replied the secretary. “What an ass.”
Mr. Frank downloaded a report provided to him by the benefactor and waited a moment as the cryptographic program on his laptop revealed the contents. The report originated from the Asian Organized Crime Task Force and his face paled as he read it, his heart beating rapidly. When he finished reading, he silently cursed himself once more for trying to seduce Mia Parker. Fortunately her name was not mentioned in the report …
He tried to calm himself further by noting that in an addendum to the report, the benefactor was not concerned about the attention the police would be giving Dong Tran VC-1 as AOCTF called him, but knew Tran was closely associated to Benny Wong CC-1. The benefactor noted that Wong was sometimes used by Mr. Frank and therefore suggested that Wong be warned as a courtesy to promote his continued co-operation.
Mr. Frank knew that Wong’s standing with the benefactor had recently gained new significance. A scientist specializing in the field of agriculture biotechnology was frequenting one of the massage parlours that Wong controlled in Vancouver. Hidden audio and video cameras had recently been installed. New technology that cost the Canadian government years of research and a truckload of money to invent could soon be in the hands of the benefactor.
Mr. Frank recalled how he first turned Benny