Chapter 58

It was noontime, and all the Task Force agents were gathered in the conference room of the Boston Field Office, except for Jack O’Brien and Mike Simmons, who still had Solomon Chrysler and the old, adjacent garage under surveillance. Agents O’Brien and Simmons had just reported in.

“So all’s quiet, for now. No action at the corner garage and Solomon’s Jaguar is still at the Dealership. The service department is busy, but, according to Jack, they’re not getting much sales activity,” said SAIC Bob Branson.

“Do we have the warrants yet?” asked agent Bailey.

“We’ll have them soon, Tom,” said Bob. “I’ve already informed Judge Wallenski of the locations, the individuals involved, and what we expect to find. They’re 24-hour arrest and search warrants. Thanks to everybody’s hard work here, we’ve already established probable cause, but we can widen the net by tracing the pick-up to the drops tonight. The plan is to hit all five targets simultaneously, early tomorrow morning, before dawn.

“As you all know, this has been a long-term investigation involving the Drug Enforcement Administration, the Mass State Police, and the Bureau…a total of 200 law enforcement officers. For security reasons, I haven’t notified the DEA and the State yet. But they’re on 24-hour-alert, and ready to go.”

Branson walked from the head of the rectangular conference table to a wall on the side, covered with charts, pictures, and information.

“Our main focus will be these five locations,” he said, pointing them out. “Silvio Tambini’s home in Newton. Guido Tambini’s condo on the Charles River. Solomon Chrysler, Boston, and the adjacent garage, here. Solomon’s townhouse on Beacon Hill, and the hangar at the Solomon storage lot in Waltham. We will split into our teams, join up with these other law enforcement agencies tomorrow morning, and serve the Federal warrants.

“Of course, there will be smaller fish picked up at the same time, all the way down the line. All right now; I want to go over your latest reports, cover any questions anybody has and get right to your specific assignments.”

Sherman Dixon hoped he would be assigned to bring down Solomon.

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Meanwhile, Guy Tambini was at his parent’s house in Newton for a special lunch; it was Silvio’s birthday. Several family members were gathered around a lace-covered table, laden with various Italian dishes. Silvio sat at one end of the table, and his wife, Annetta, at the other end. Silvio had just finished saying grace, thanking God for all their many blessings.

Guy’s cell phone rang. He flipped it open. “Yeah? Fuck! I’ll call you back.”

“Guido!” said Annetta. “Watch your mouth!”

“That was Billy Bones,” said Guy. “We gotta get out.”

“FUCK!” said Silvio, slamming the table, shaking everything.

Annetta kept her mouth shut.

“Do it tonight,” said Silvio. “Soon as it’s dark.”

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