Wifey: Part 2

“Let me go. I’m trying to find a dentist I can go to today.”

Jasmine reminded Simone to call her if she needed anything at all.

Jasmine sat down on the couch and thought for about five minutes about what Simone had just told her. “FedEx?” she said to herself in disbelief.

After thinking it through, she called Gosling.

“Got something for you.”

“Speak to me,” Gosling replied.

“This is the real deal.”

“What?” Gosling asked with real anticipation.

“FedEx is making deliveries to Ish that you might want to look into.”

“What kind of deliveries?”

“What do you think drug dealers are getting delivered to their house? It ain’t no e-commerce merchandise being delivered, I can tell you that.”

It instantly clicked with Gosling after Jasmine said that.

“Wow!” Gosling replied. “I’ll get right on this right now.”

Gosling was hoping that Jasmine was right about what she was telling him. It would make him look good. He was really starting to like the way Jasmine worked.

After he ended the call with her, he wondered why Jasmine, as talented as she was, never tried to get into the law enforcement industry as a career. He always thought that really good confidential informants would make the best cops and federal agents, and Jasmine was no exception.

Thirty-Eight

The FBI contacted FedEx, and they made arrangements to have drug-sniffing dogs check the two packages scheduled to arrive at Ish’s house for Monday morning before ten a.m. Based on Jasmine’s tip, and like Gosling had suspected, both packages came up positive for drugs, so the FBI, Drug Enforcement Agency, and the New York City Police Department all moved quickly to formulate a plan to raid Ish’s home.

FedEx allowed one of the FBI agents to pose as a worker and provided him wi

th a FedEx box truck, a uniform, and a hand-held computer. In the back of the box truck were FBI and DEA agents ready to storm Ish’s house as soon as the package was delivered. Sitting five blocks away and ready to provide immediate backup were New York City Police Department units.

Just before ten a.m., the FedEx truck arrived at Ish’s house. The middle-aged black FBI agent dressed as a FedEx worker got out of the truck carrying two ten-pound boxes and a hand-held computer. He walked up to Ish’s front door and rang the doorbell.

Ish answered the door and immediately suspected something was wrong because his normal FedEx guy wasn’t making the delivery.

“I have two packages for a Simone Simmons,” the FedEx driver said.

Ish’s heart was pounding as he looked around. Nothing looked out of place, but he could sense something wasn’t right. “Oh, okay. Let me go get her for you.” Ish went back inside his house and closed the door.

The FBI agent wasn’t expecting Ish to do that. The last thing they wanted was for Ish to be retrieving a gun. All of the agents inside the FBI truck looked on and waited anxiously.

***

Simone was at a dentist in Westbury, Long Island, preparing to get her teeth worked on. She had called around to a bunch of different dentists, and ended up choosing the one who could give her the quickest appointment at the most reasonable fee. One of his scheduled patients had called and canceled their appointment, so he was able to squeeze her in without her having to wait a week to see him.

Her cell phone rang, and she picked up on the first ring. “Hey, babe. Everything go okay?”

“Yo, there’s a dark-skinned, black FedEx dude. You ever seen him before?”

“Never.” Simone replied. Their normal FedEx guy was a Puerto Rican guy named Juan.

“Fuck!” Ish heard his doorbell ring. He told Simone he had to go and would call her back.