| Whitemare Excerpts from the exciting new book by former FBI Agent Geoff Doyle |
ABOUT THE BOOK:
Whitemare is the compelling story of the international FBI investigation that resulted in what was the largest seizure of heroin in U.S. history. It takes the reader behind the scenes in the making of this unparalleled spellbinding case and exposes for the reader’s consideration the unabridged factors, which impacted daily on the agents and other investigators. It removes the myth and hype that surround many other law enforcement accounts of true crime while presenting the stress-filled and riveting moments along with the humorous, monotonous and frustrating ones. Whitemare is the unforgettable true story of a remarkable international law enforcement victory.
We’re excited to bring you excerpts from Geoff Doyle’s book, Whitemare, as an intriguing and interesting insight into the international FBI investigation that resulted in the largest seizure of heroin in U.S. history.
Every month Geoff will present a new excerpt from his book and take you on the a journey into the drug underworld and behind the scenes with the agents involved in busting this case.
First Excerpt from the Book, Chapter 22:
The BMW had been gone from the hotel for only about an hour and already was approaching the New Jersey Turnpike, which meant that they had averaged about 85 mph. Kruss and Cid maneuvered to join the surveillance.
As Becker called out that the vehicle was taking the exit for the turnpike, it became clear that he was headed back into New York City. Doyle could make out most of the radio traffic over the open phone line. Only occasionally did he have to ask Wayne for clarification. In the vicinity of Chinatown on a Saturday night during Chinese New Year, things were going to be crazy.
Doyle hoped that Butera had been able to get some cops to meet the team on the city side of the tunnel. It didn’t take long for his question to be answered. He heard Butera call out to Montali who said that he was 10 minutes from the tunnel. Butera said that two other units would be joining them.
Doyle periodically stuck his head out of the bathroom to keep Mosquera and Louie up to date. As the surveillance headed through the Holland Tunnel, Doyle asked Mosquera to pick up the extension next to the bed. Doyle had told Mosquera about the idea of using the seizure of the BMW based on the November activity as a way to stop the car without having to disclose the probable cause developing because of watching Pang. If the situation called for it, they could make a stop and take the car without burning the rest of the case. If they found any drugs they could also take the driver. Mosquera agreed that it was an ace in the hole. He told Doyle to use it wisely.
Brian Cid was now doing most of the talking over the radio. The BMW had passed into the city and was headed down Canal Street toward Chinatown. All of the extra units had joined up and now there were ample units to give Doyle a level of comfort, at least as much comfort as anyone could have talking on a phone in a hotel bathroom 100 miles from the action.
Cid called that the BMW was hitting the curb on Christy Street and the driver was getting out.
Just then Kruss, in and loud and excited voice transmitted, “He’s parked right in front of Grace Restaurant Supply. He’s going in.” Doyle couldn’t believe his ears. Grace Resstaurant Supply was the registered owner of the black Mercedes used to deliver the bulk of the $1.8 million in November. “He’s out,” called Cid. “He’s carrying two large boxes. He is putting them in the car. He’s in the car. Lights on. He’s getting ready to leave.”
Doyle called out to Kruss, who was the squad principal relief supervisor, to leave some units on the supply company. Kruss called out that he and three others would stay there. Cid’s voice broke in once again. “The vehicle is turning down Spring Street. He’s hitting the curb, again. I’ve got to go by. Has someone got him?”
Aiesi called out that he had a visual on the car. “The door is open. The driver’s out. He’s getting the boxes,” he announced. “He’s taking them into a apartment building at No. 22 Spring. He’s inside with both boxes.” Doyle could feel his blood pressure rising as the activity in New York was building to a crescendo. All of the indicators were screaming at him that they needed to find what was in the boxes and the suitcase, which was still in the trunk of the car.
As the ideas and plans for getting the contents swirled through his head, Aiesi called out again. “He’s out. He’s carrying two large bags. They are going into the back seat of the car. There is a female coming out with two more large bags. She is giving them to him. He’s putting them in too. They are both getting in the car. Getting ready to pull out.”
Doyle yelled out to Mosquera, “Rick, he has got to have dope or money in those boxes and bags. We’ve got to do the stop.” There was no objection from Mosquera.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Geoff Doyle wanted to be an FBI Agent for as long as he could remember. In 1979 he got the opportunity and embarked on a journey that would take him a decade later to the world of Southeast Asian Heroin trafficking and from the streets of New York’s Chinatown through the back alleys of Hong Kong and finally to the drug lords of the Golden Triangle. His second decade in the FBI found him as the supevisor of the uniquely successful team of FBI agents and New York City detectives who made up Squad C-25.
Agent Doyle retired in 1999 and is now the Director of Investigations for IPSA International, a premier provider of investigative and security services worldwide.