Operation Trifecta begins in an Oklahoma City Jail cell-block where David Wheeler, a forty eight-year old self-proclaimed screenwriter with no screen credits and drug dealer to Hollywood movie stars sits contemplating a possible life sentence for selling a kilo of cocaine to an undercover cop. The newscast he’s watching is about to change his life.
In New York City, DEA undercover agent Mike Levine, back from his assignment in South America and still under investigation by DEA’s Internal Affairs as a result of the events captured in "The Big White Lie," gets a phone call from DEA Headquarters. Levine is needed in San Diego to assist a Customs undercover operation already under way. An informant named Dave Wheeler has been released from prison in order to make an undercover drug deal with corrupt Mexican law enforcement and military figures to smuggle a ton of cocaine from Bolivia through Mexico and into the US using the Mexican Navy. The case is the Customs Agency’s top priority. The Commissioner himself is monitoring every move. Spanish speaking Levine is needed to play the role of a US based Mafia boss, for a meeting with the Bolivians to close the deal.
Levine, who has spent the past decade making undercover deals with Bolivian, Colombian and Mexican kingpins senses that there is something wrong with the story. The paranoia that has kept him alive for the past decade grips his neck. He begins recording every conversation which will become the fact basis for "Deep Cover."
DEA headquarters has one more task for Levine; as far as the suits are concerned its the most important one: "Customs is on our turf. They don’t have a clue what they’re doing. We want you to take over the investigation. But do it subtly; we don’t want to piss off the commissioner."
And let the games begin.
Operation Trifecta would bring Levine’s fictitious Mafia team on a deep cover odyssey through the jungles of Bolivia and Panama, into the back rooms of Washington DC deal-makers and across the killing fields of Mexico. The sometimes hilarious and other times horrifying odyssey culminates in a death trap in Panama that Levine would barely escape to write this book. "Deep Cover" is part of the true history of our war on drugs that readers will never find in newspapers or history books.
From "Deep Cover":
At 3 P.M., a shirtless Chuy admitted us to the room. A drained looking Jorge watched us from the bed. "My people want me to call the whole thing off," he said almost before the door had closed. They think something is very suspicious. You know, DEA agents are in your hotel right now."
I was not surprised by the last. The way some of my colleagues had been behaving, I figured their presence in the Marriott would be front page news.
"My brother," I said meeting his level gaze. "I think I agree with your people. We should call the whole thing off. There is just too much distrust to do business. My people are on the verge of ordering me back with the money." I again rehashed the airport incident. "They said exactly what they said before: If we can risk our plane in Bolivia and our money in Panama, they cannot understand why you cannot come to the Marriott and walk out with two sixty pound suitcases that look like any of the other suitcases seen all over the lobby."
Roman shook his head wearily. "You know Luis, the one thing I am sure of is that you are not DEA. This whole affair is so stupid it cannot be DEA."
I smiled and said nothing. It was a line I would never forget.
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In New York City, DEA undercover agent Mike Levine, back from his assignment in South America and still under investigation by DEA’s Internal Affairs as a result of the events captured in "The Big White Lie," gets a phone call from DEA Headquarters. Levine is needed in San Diego to assist a Customs undercover operation already under way. An informant named Dave Wheeler has been released from prison in order to make an undercover drug deal with corrupt Mexican law enforcement and military figures to smuggle a ton of cocaine from Bolivia through Mexico and into the US using the Mexican Navy. The case is the Customs Agency’s top priority. The Commissioner himself is monitoring every move. Spanish speaking Levine is needed to play the role of a US based Mafia boss, for a meeting with the Bolivians to close the deal.
Levine, who has spent the past decade making undercover deals with Bolivian, Colombian and Mexican kingpins senses that there is something wrong with the story. The paranoia that has kept him alive for the past decade grips his neck. He begins recording every conversation which will become the fact basis for "Deep Cover."
DEA headquarters has one more task for Levine; as far as the suits are concerned its the most important one: "Customs is on our turf. They don’t have a clue what they’re doing. We want you to take over the investigation. But do it subtly; we don’t want to piss off the commissioner."
And let the games begin.
Operation Trifecta would bring Levine’s fictitious Mafia team on a deep cover odyssey through the jungles of Bolivia and Panama, into the back rooms of Washington DC deal-makers and across the killing fields of Mexico. The sometimes hilarious and other times horrifying odyssey culminates in a death trap in Panama that Levine would barely escape to write this book. "Deep Cover" is part of the true history of our war on drugs that readers will never find in newspapers or history books.
From "Deep Cover":
At 3 P.M., a shirtless Chuy admitted us to the room. A drained looking Jorge watched us from the bed. "My people want me to call the whole thing off," he said almost before the door had closed. They think something is very suspicious. You know, DEA agents are in your hotel right now."
I was not surprised by the last. The way some of my colleagues had been behaving, I figured their presence in the Marriott would be front page news.
"My brother," I said meeting his level gaze. "I think I agree with your people. We should call the whole thing off. There is just too much distrust to do business. My people are on the verge of ordering me back with the money." I again rehashed the airport incident. "They said exactly what they said before: If we can risk our plane in Bolivia and our money in Panama, they cannot understand why you cannot come to the Marriott and walk out with two sixty pound suitcases that look like any of the other suitcases seen all over the lobby."
Roman shook his head wearily. "You know Luis, the one thing I am sure of is that you are not DEA. This whole affair is so stupid it cannot be DEA."
I smiled and said nothing. It was a line I would never forget.
Deep Cover: The Inside Story of How DEA Infighting, Incompetence and Subterfuge Lost Us the Biggest Battle of the Drug War
Operation Trifecta begins in an Oklahoma City Jail cell-block where David Wheeler, a forty eight-year old self-proclaimed screenwriter with no screen credits and drug dealer to Hollywood movie stars sits contemplating a possible life sentence for selling a kilo of cocaine to an undercover cop. The newscast he’s watching is about to change his life.
In New York City, DEA undercover agent Mike Levine, back from his assignment in South America and still under investigation by DEA’s Internal Affairs as a result of the events captured in "The Big White Lie," gets a phone call from DEA Headquarters. Levine is needed in San Diego to assist a Customs undercover operation already under way. An informant named Dave Wheeler has been released from prison in order to make an undercover drug deal with corrupt Mexican law enforcement and military figures to smuggle a ton of cocaine from Bolivia through Mexico and into the US using the Mexican Navy. The case is the Customs Agency’s top priority. The Commissioner himself is monitoring every move. Spanish speaking Levine is needed to play the role of a US based Mafia boss, for a meeting with the Bolivians to close the deal.
Levine, who has spent the past decade making undercover deals with Bolivian, Colombian and Mexican kingpins senses that there is something wrong with the story. The paranoia that has kept him alive for the past decade grips his neck. He begins recording every conversation which will become the fact basis for "Deep Cover."
DEA headquarters has one more task for Levine; as far as the suits are concerned its the most important one: "Customs is on our turf. They don’t have a clue what they’re doing. We want you to take over the investigation. But do it subtly; we don’t want to piss off the commissioner."
And let the games begin.
Operation Trifecta would bring Levine’s fictitious Mafia team on a deep cover odyssey through the jungles of Bolivia and Panama, into the back rooms of Washington DC deal-makers and across the killing fields of Mexico. The sometimes hilarious and other times horrifying odyssey culminates in a death trap in Panama that Levine would barely escape to write this book. "Deep Cover" is part of the true history of our war on drugs that readers will never find in newspapers or history books.
From "Deep Cover":
At 3 P.M., a shirtless Chuy admitted us to the room. A drained looking Jorge watched us from the bed. "My people want me to call the whole thing off," he said almost before the door had closed. They think something is very suspicious. You know, DEA agents are in your hotel right now."
I was not surprised by the last. The way some of my colleagues had been behaving, I figured their presence in the Marriott would be front page news.
"My brother," I said meeting his level gaze. "I think I agree with your people. We should call the whole thing off. There is just too much distrust to do business. My people are on the verge of ordering me back with the money." I again rehashed the airport incident. "They said exactly what they said before: If we can risk our plane in Bolivia and our money in Panama, they cannot understand why you cannot come to the Marriott and walk out with two sixty pound suitcases that look like any of the other suitcases seen all over the lobby."
Roman shook his head wearily. "You know Luis, the one thing I am sure of is that you are not DEA. This whole affair is so stupid it cannot be DEA."
I smiled and said nothing. It was a line I would never forget.
In New York City, DEA undercover agent Mike Levine, back from his assignment in South America and still under investigation by DEA’s Internal Affairs as a result of the events captured in "The Big White Lie," gets a phone call from DEA Headquarters. Levine is needed in San Diego to assist a Customs undercover operation already under way. An informant named Dave Wheeler has been released from prison in order to make an undercover drug deal with corrupt Mexican law enforcement and military figures to smuggle a ton of cocaine from Bolivia through Mexico and into the US using the Mexican Navy. The case is the Customs Agency’s top priority. The Commissioner himself is monitoring every move. Spanish speaking Levine is needed to play the role of a US based Mafia boss, for a meeting with the Bolivians to close the deal.
Levine, who has spent the past decade making undercover deals with Bolivian, Colombian and Mexican kingpins senses that there is something wrong with the story. The paranoia that has kept him alive for the past decade grips his neck. He begins recording every conversation which will become the fact basis for "Deep Cover."
DEA headquarters has one more task for Levine; as far as the suits are concerned its the most important one: "Customs is on our turf. They don’t have a clue what they’re doing. We want you to take over the investigation. But do it subtly; we don’t want to piss off the commissioner."
And let the games begin.
Operation Trifecta would bring Levine’s fictitious Mafia team on a deep cover odyssey through the jungles of Bolivia and Panama, into the back rooms of Washington DC deal-makers and across the killing fields of Mexico. The sometimes hilarious and other times horrifying odyssey culminates in a death trap in Panama that Levine would barely escape to write this book. "Deep Cover" is part of the true history of our war on drugs that readers will never find in newspapers or history books.
From "Deep Cover":
At 3 P.M., a shirtless Chuy admitted us to the room. A drained looking Jorge watched us from the bed. "My people want me to call the whole thing off," he said almost before the door had closed. They think something is very suspicious. You know, DEA agents are in your hotel right now."
I was not surprised by the last. The way some of my colleagues had been behaving, I figured their presence in the Marriott would be front page news.
"My brother," I said meeting his level gaze. "I think I agree with your people. We should call the whole thing off. There is just too much distrust to do business. My people are on the verge of ordering me back with the money." I again rehashed the airport incident. "They said exactly what they said before: If we can risk our plane in Bolivia and our money in Panama, they cannot understand why you cannot come to the Marriott and walk out with two sixty pound suitcases that look like any of the other suitcases seen all over the lobby."
Roman shook his head wearily. "You know Luis, the one thing I am sure of is that you are not DEA. This whole affair is so stupid it cannot be DEA."
I smiled and said nothing. It was a line I would never forget.
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| ISBN-13: | 9780985238612 |
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| Publisher: | Sentac Publishing |
| Publication date: | 03/13/1990 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 282 |
| File size: | 4 MB |
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