FedX: Return to Sender

GA's got a new source  who seems to know a little too much about the FBI operations in Hoboken to chalk up to intuition.

While he declined to tell me about himself, he's sworn up and down  that he's not with the Feds. Currently. 

Which leaves me to believe his knowledge came from the inside, perhaps as a former federal agent.  Which is why I'm calling him FedX.

GA can tell you this: FedX delivers. Overnight. Or on the same day.  And you don't have to sign for the package.  BOOM.  He just drops it and runs.

And what FedX brings can't be published without some obfuscation-  enough to conceal identities including his own, enough to protect the investigation while conveying what's happening.

So why's he talking?   

Be damned if I know.  But you know the saying: don't look a gift horse in the mouth.  Or express freight delivery, first thing in the morning.

Knock knock... package for you Ma'am.

Thanks, but don't call me Ma'am.

Here's what FedX delivered today.

The Feds have worked their way up from the bottom and are putting the squeeze on 'friends' of those in their cross hairs.  In other words, they're at the 1 degree of separation mark from their targets. Very close. Which brings me to something I can't tell you... yet. But it has everything to do with the move of a certain organization.

More: a run for defense attorneys this week expected.  GA asked FedX, "How many?". His response: how many shoes does Imelda Marcos have in her closet?

I have no idea.  I guess she's got more than I do.  Which leads to my next question: can I wear black shoes with a navy blue purse?

Surely  Imelda doesn't have those worries. Does anyone know if she still keeps her husband in the fridge?  He must have freezer burn by now. I mean, why do that?  Does she keep him around for a peek here and there?  Then why not have him stuffed and mounted?  At least she could hold his hand.

Um.. where was I?

Oh yes, the FedX package.  Lots of boots on the ground.  Lots of visits.  Folks are being watched.

And lots of familiar faces putting on a show. For the rest of us.