Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 122

Jacko POV

'Listen up people. I called out to my group in the wedding office as I walked in and dumped the box on the table, landing with a loud thud.

'We have a new box of interesting information; I want it cataloged and entered into our appropriate whiteboard; we have our missing link. I said, we have been looking for the missing link in all the wrong places, and now we have someone we did not expect to get him this way. He is on our most wanted list, a man known to be part of the wealthiest family, and we have him. He won't be able to dodge this bullet as quickly as he had in the past.

According to one of the books, Mica Santonio is the silent head of the Gutter Boys, which is full of information on him alone, the money backer of that crime group, and has shares in the hotels that have been money laundering and fraud scams, he is also the top lawyer and was known to get criminals out of jail on minor technicalities, so we needed to make sure all our boxes had been ticked, do it all by the book, we cannot screw this up. Our meticulous investigation has yielded a wealth of information, and it will take us all day to review it thoroughly; that large box holds many secrets, and I am relieved that Cynthia's greed led her to keep this over everyone's heads; no wonder she had been able to get away with so much.

'Can we get a warrant and arrest him when we gather the other up? It would be good to capture him at the same time?' One of my more senior and trusted officers asked, which got most of the people in the room turning to look at me. 'Let me get the judge on the phone and ask that question! I said, heading to my office where I could talk in peace.

'Jacko, what can I do for you? It is a Saturday, and I am about to have a family day! I explained to the Judge what we had in our possession and requested a warrant to arrest him. The judge asked a few more questions before he agreed to raise the warrant. I would send one of my team over to his home to collect it.

Once we have that, we must contact the others and start the arrests. I walked back to the room and raised my hand, giving the guys and girls the thumbs up, which gave me a round of cheers.

'Peter, would you do the honors and go to the judge's home and collect the warrant?' I asked, to the groans from some who had most likely wanted to be the ones to collect it. This is a big coup for our team; capturing the wealthiest and most powerful man in our city, if not the whole state, is a massive step toward cleaning up our streets.

We spent the rest of the day getting everything set up. New information was on the board, and there was a cheer from the team when Peter walked in, waving the warrant for all to see. Pam arrived with bags full of burgers, fries, and drinks as we worked late into the night. Just before eleven that night, the team and assorted officers hand-selected for this event headed out in full SWAT gear, and a synchronized arrest began.

I phoned Bob as I sat in my car on our way to Santonio's home.

'Talk to me. That was how Bob answered his phone.

'Heads up. Arrests have begun,' I said and hung up the phone. We both knew saying any more could be dangerous. Who knew who was listening? Listening devices can pick things up from a reasonable distance away, so I waited until I was on the road and traveled a little way before calling him.

The driver pulled up at the guarded gates of Santionio's home. It was a sizeable twenty-acre property, and he had guard dogs patrolling the grounds at night and certain areas during the day. The guard must have been sleeping in his little hut late at night, as our man had to knock on his window and show his badge. He walked over to my side of the car, and I lowered my window.

'Sir?' He was still yawning, not yet correctly awake; so much for top-notch security.

'We have a warrant to search this house. Open the gate, and do not, I repeat, do not call your boss and alert him. He shrugged his shoulders and did as we asked. Before you ask, yes, it was not just to arrest him but to search his premises. The gates opened, and the guard stood at the door of his hut and watched us head up the long spiraling drive. The main house came into view as we drove to the front of the building, where a sensor light lit up the car and a footpath to the door. Five vehicles pulled up, mine being the first one and four others behind me; one full-kitted swat team was next, and they were ready to bust down the door if not opened quickly. To our team's disappointment, a maid opened the door and stood back to let us in as I flashed my badge at her. 'Master is in his office,' she whispered and pointed in the direction we should go. With speed, we headed to the room and entered; he was knee-deep in paperwork and looked up in surprise when we entered.

'What the hell are you doing in my house?' He stood up, dressed in his nightclothes; I almost laughed when I saw his cartoon pajamas.

'Peter, would you mind doing the honors. I said and moved to stand beside him so he would not flee, and Peter went to the other side, reading his rights and pulling out handcuffs.

'Please turn around, sir.' He did, but not without speaking profanities at us as he did, and gave me a nasty glare as he was escorted out of the room, still protesting as he went.

I looked down at the paperwork on his desk and chuckled; it was an appeal for the judge to get him out of jail. Well, that won't see the light of day. I bet he has others here who will benefit our cause to clean up our streets.

'Guys, I want everything in this office in the van and back in the wedding office by morning. When you are done with this room, find the wife, get her to open the safe, scout around the rest of the house, wake them all up, and get this place searched. I left the room and climbed into the car. I needed to know how the rest of the arrests were going, and we had the person we came for; I do not think the rest of the household even woke up yet and are about to get a rude awakening.

In the car, I opened up my laptop and checked the results. We had all the big fish in handcuffs and the smaller ones being rounded up; the cells will be full tonight. I phoned Bob.

'Yep, Bob answered with a chirpy voice. He did not expect any issues. He had to stay away from all of this, and now that Wendy and Cynthia are gone, it means he is extra careful that fingers are not pointed at him. 'Top in silver, rest being gathered.' I said and hung up.

The next stop was bed. I had done my part for now; these guys will get the people booked and snuggled in a nice cell, and tomorrow, I will review the paperwork we just got from the mansion. His computer, laptop, and phone will go to my IT guys; I have his phone for now and am hoping it will ring as others are arrested.

Hopefully, we will have more to play with by the end of the day. It is the weekend, and I had no intention of doing the hard work till Monday, and those we have just arrested will have to spend the weekend in jail. I had his phone in my hand, looking at it to see if it was locked, and it started to ring. I left it to voice mail and listened to the messages; the stupid ****t did not put a password on his phone. He thought he would never be caught and no one would dare take his cell phone; he was the stupid man for a high-level lawyer.

The calls were from men and women who had been arrested, asking him to come to the jail as soon as he could and get them out of there. Who would he call? I chuckled and was happy when I was dropped off at my home at two thirty in the morning.