Free Gibson & Clarke (Failed Justice Series Book 2) by Rick Santini Page B

Black Jack Renaldo, the former US Attorney? What the hell is he doing up here? Who’s paying him and why?”
    The answer was all too obvious.
    The puzzle was slowly coming together.
    Gibson and Clarke had filed notices of appearances in several cases in Newark where the defendants were in the employ of Xiang Yeung. Jack Renaldo was “of counsel” to Gibson and Clarke. Renaldo was now handling matters for known associates of Salvatore Bonnonnos.
    “Bingo. Sonny is getting his supply from Yeung. We all know Yeung has his sources in China. How the hell does he get it from halfway around the world to downtown Newark without anyone knowing how or when?”
    “If we cut off the head, the body will die.”
    That was the thinking of the task force. Easier said than done.
     
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    “Are you sure? Are you positive? Absolutely positive?”
    Mei Ling sat in a cubicle in One Police Plaza in lower Manhattan. She was told the heroin was coming from the Golden Triangle in China and the supplier was an elderly gentleman who now lived in Newark. He had never been charged or arrested for anything. He had been a citizen for more than a quarter of a century, having come from a place called Hangzhou in China.
    His name was Xiang Yeung.
    “I don’t believe you. It can’t be. Do you have a photo of him?”
    Within minutes, a photo was delivered to the task force member. It was of a small thin gentleman in his early sixties. He was approximate five foot three and could not have weighed more than one hundred twenty-five pounds. He had long gray hair tied in a pony-tail and a small goatee.
    Mei Ling stared long and hard at the photo of her brother. She said nothing though her heart was pounding. She gave no explanation before she left to the police officer, who sat there dumbfounded.
    It can’t be. It just can’t be. Yet in her heart, she knew it was him.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 17
     
     
    “ Ni hao.”
    The voice sounded vaguely familiar.
    “Ni hao ma . May I ask who this is, please?”
    “It is Mei Ling, your baby sister. The one who was left behind in Hangzhou when our parents sent you to our uncle when you were only fourteen.”
    Xiang began to shake uncontrollably. Sweat was pouring out of every pore. He had trouble holding the telephone. He thought he was having a heart attack.
    “It can’t be. After all these years…how is it possible? Where are you? When can I see you?”
    “May you rot in hell, my infamous brother. May you die a slow, painful death, like all those you have supplied the fruits of the poppy seed. The seeds that caused the deaths of our parents. You are the most evil man I have ever known. I will see you when you are in court explaining to all those grieving parents why you did this to them.”
    Xiang was about to explain when the line went dead.
    Mei Ling had made sure her number had been blocked. There was no way the call could be traced. She felt better, but not much. She wondered how it had been possible for a fourteen-year-old boy who spoke no English to transform himself into such a powerful, evil person.
     
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    It was not until the following morning that Xiang was able to think clearly and decide on a course of action. He had to find his baby sister and explain. That was all that now mattered. The money, the power, the home, and all its surroundings no longer meant anything. He had to see Mei Ling, no matter what the cost.
    He called Marta. They had to meet immediately. He would send a car to her place. She would have to cancel any and all appointments. He had to see her—now.
    The black sedan was parked in front of her office fifteen minutes later. The driver did not shut the motor off. He had his instructions, and no one disobeyed Mr. Yeung.
    “Find my sister. Her name is Mei Ling Yeung. She is now fifty-four years old. I do not know where she lives. It could be anywhere in the USA. She knows who I am and what I do for a living. I do not care how much it costs. I do not