Michael shut the heavy door and flipped a switch on the wall, turning on a white-noise box mounted above the frame.

“It was no accident that we routed your satellite call through Fort Campbell, Colonel,” Michael said.

He went around the desk and unzipped a black leather document folder, taking out a thick blue binder tied with heavy cotton twine.

“How long have you been watching his operation, Michael?” Richard asked.

“Sixteen months,” Michael said, laying the binder on the desk.

“The task force opened the main corruption file in November the year before last.”