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our agents assumed he was stocking up on the party drug, Ecstasy. We have gathered supposed evidence of his Internet commerce, where we believe he is buying key ingredients for GHB. We've had to track him down, arrest him, and have to release him at least ten times in the past twelve months, while our prosecutor’s charge him.”
    “Until recently, no Michigan State Police chemist knew how to test for gamma hydroxybutryate, which is what GHB stands for,” Craig added. “He’s done his operations so well, we are having a tough time finding out if he does have any connections to these crimes and it’s no field testing of GHB on the street, so when his people who are connected to him, or even Fats himself is caught with the drug, or ingredients to make GHB we can’t fully charge him until the lab results come back, which won’t be until two to three months from now. The more we wait for the prosecution, the little our case will weigh against his lecherous attorneys.”
    The sergeant continued explaining, “Fats and other wealthy crime bosses in other cities are donating large sums of money into private non-profit scientific research of late, on neuron-chemicals that may affect the brain. He uses his import/export business as a front to do his underground dealings and money laundering.”
    “This is all word of mouth, right? Because if you had proof of this we wouldn’t be here discussing this.” Thaddeus questioned.
    Craig nodded a bit frustrated. “We’ve been on the case for about four years and we can’t make anything stick to him or his organization. Initially, Fats was heavily into prostitution, but it’s becoming ever increasingly hard to track down all his women when he isn’t getting them off the streets.”
    “Call girls?” Thaddeus suspected out loud.
    “You could say that . . .” Craig trailed off. “From my resources, he’s gotten a way to take everyday women and control them at a level of subconscious behavior where these women have no idea what they are doing.”
    Thaddeus looked in clear disbelief. His cinnamon eyes actually flickering in skepticism, from the sergeant to Craig. “This is all hearsay and I’m suppose to prove it?”
    “Yes and no.” Craig knew Thaddeus would catch on quickly. “You see we know Fats has been using his connections approaching well-to-do gentlemen for services. Most have denied. Others when we’ve approached them have not been acceptable to the situation. We’ve decided two things: either find a john to testify or find a prostitute we can get to testify and identify the major players who are helping Fats.”
    “Or both,” Thaddeus concluded.
    “You understand where we are coming from then, Mr. Newman?” Sergeant Nolan smiled, relieved.
    “Most definitely. You want me to be a john and get a legitimate solicitation from him, then see if I can investigate the girl?” Outwardly, he seemed uncomfortable about the idea.
    “Yes, except we need you to just prod the girl for information and we will do the investigation.” Sergeant Nolan said statically.
    He frowned fierce, enough to put fear into anyone who didn’t know him well. Thaddeus seemed quite displeased at the fact Craig would even consider him. His integrity in the community could be demolished if any of this was leaked. He had worked sweat and teeth to get to where he was not only financially, but also business-wise and the very idea that he could be in cahoots with a loan shark, drug-dealing pimp would destroy his career and life.
    “Trust me, Mr. Newman, we wouldn’t approach a man of your position in the community if we didn’t think Fats would be highly interested in you. You’d be a great contact and he’d be positively gullible to your every request, without getting suspicious,” Sergeant Nolan explained.
    “Which is?”
    “Before we get into details we need to know if you are willing to do this.”
    Thaddeus rubbed his hands together slowly deep in thought. “So I would be