Dual Mission

Nino Perrotta

Description

A true story of one agent and his investigative experience as a United States Secret Service special agent assigned to the New York Field Office which was at one time located at 7 WTC. Dual Mission is a true story that at times reads as a novel. It is the account of one ordinary person who vanishes into the “uncharted waters” of long term investigations at an agency where such work is an unknown. His personal mission to take down the New York Mafia, the rogue pitcher, Denny McLain and other global investigations become his mission. A mission with a dual purpose.

Sujets

• True Crime
• Organized Crime

Informations

• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 04 décembre 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781478783534
• Langue: English

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Dual Mission
A true story about a Secret Service Agent and his investigative experiences to include his battle with the New York Mafia!
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I dedicate this book to the men and women of the United States Secret Service who manage successfully the daily challenges the job brings to each of you and your loved ones. I want to also share the dedication with my son Antonio and daughter Valentina. I hope that you both learn a few “interesting” things about dad while reading this book and the challenges life can present when you push yourself and others towards a higher cause.
Table of Contents
Introduction
1 The Fugitive and Me
2 Growing Up Italian and the Mob
3 The Jackass Meets Elmer Fudd
4 You’re Nottin’ but a Dirty Gutter Rat!
5 First Impressions by Design . . .
6 When Working Cases, You Are Bound to Meet a Few “Mamelukes”
7 Let’s Slide in Those Phone Cards!
8 Nic O Dan Communications & the Last of the Mohicans!
9 The Bottom of the Last Inning and Here Comes Operation Ricochet!
10 A Full Count & the Phone Card Charges Are Dropped
11 Like Oil and Vinegar, Investigations & Protection Don’t Mix Well
12 “While in Rome do as the Romans . . .”
13 Kill the Informant and If You Can, Kill the Agent as Well
About The Author
Introduction
I was born on July 29, 1967, at Mount Vernon Hospital, the first child to a young mother and father from Paolisi, Italy. Antonio Perrotta and Luigina Falco were married in Paolisi, which is a commune in the province of Benevento in the Italian region of Campania. A small town located about 35 km northeast of Naples and about 20 km southwest of Benevento. A place with a population of no more than 1,900 people. Today, you can find many Falco and Perrotta families listed in the Italian telephone directory. From the period of 1876 and 1976, during the mass emigration from Italy, the United States was the largest single recipient of Italian immigrants in the world.
In 1850, less than 4,000 Italians were reportedly in the U.S. However, in 1880, merely 4 years after the influx of Italian immigrants migrated, the population skyrocketed to 44,000, and by 1900, it reached a high of 484,027. From 1880 to 1900, southern Italian immigrants became the predominant Italian immigrant group in the United States. It remained this way throughout the mass migration. Despite the increased numbers, the Italians were not the largest foreign-origin group in American cities. They were outnumbered by groups migrating for decades before them. At their peak, Italians made up a mere 1.5 percent of the United States population.
The impact on and experience of the Italian immigrant in America was not as great as that of their counterparts in other countries like Argentina and Brazil. This was due to the fact that hundreds of thousands of immigrants from nations all over the world were migrating to the United States at the same time. In addition, American-born natives had already made up the majority ethnic group. The Italians did play a major role, though, socially with individuals rising to national stature in many different fields.
My father and mother came to New York with virtually nothing. They had no money, no job, and very little prospects. What they did have in abundance was, in fact, priceless—they had intense hope and an unyielding dream. An aspiration shared and passed along by our aunts and uncles who had arrived on American soil years prior. After their wedding, my mother and father gathered what few items they received as gifts. Since my mother was an only child, her mom, my grandmother Luisa Gallo Falco, was part of the wedding offerings the newlyweds received.
My grandfather had committed suicide when his wife Luisa was only a few weeks pregnant. I know very little of him and what was shared made little to no sense. He was allegedly at a market and accused of theft. In the period of time they apprehended the real thief, he had slit his throat while in prison. He was able to speak to his bride and state the embarrassment as too great to bear and was found dead shortly thereafter. My grandmother, who raised my mother as a single parent, did everything she could for her daughter. As a young girl, she sent her daughter to school in Naples to learn the art of being a seamstress. This was not an easy task, and it showed that my grandmother was determined to give my mom everything possible at that time.
I have spent my entire adult life serving our nation in some type of security or law enforcement capacity, from my time as a college student in the U.S. ARMY R.O.T.C. program, eventually commissioned as a 2nd lieutenant trained in military intelligence, leading men and woman my same age, to a rookie detective investigator assigned as a special investigator for the New York State Organized Crime Task Force (OCTF), to my eventual commission as a special agent in the United States Secret Service.
My experiences are as varied as the mission of each organization, the locations in which I have worked, and the very people with whom I have shared an incredible journey. A road which, at times, felt too long, and the trip, at times, too desolate; nonetheless, one which has been a privilege beyond my ability to describe to have been a part of.
I have held a government security clearance since 1989. However, in the summer of 2017, I intend to embark on a new journey. I will no longer carry a gun and a badge as my retirement awaits. Time, regrettably, has passed where my official service to the country will conclude, while I take on a new, yet to be determined, role. Although a major accomplishment in my better than two decades of service was my investigation of the mob, in reality, the better part of my federal law enforcement career had nothing to do with investigating organized crime figures. Nonetheless, the time I spent taking on a high – profile financial crimes investigation had its internal challenges. The Secret Service is a dual mission agency, charged with protection of the President and Foreign Dignitaries as well as investigations to safeguard our nation’s financial infrastructure. The mission which receives most priority however is its mission of protection. Unfortunately in my experience, its investigative mission was secondary. Therefore since I was determined to handle the case as a priority, the “Dual Mission” conflict between my duties, both with protection and investigations, where always in the forefront.
The thought that my time as a federal agent will soon be over, and a new career will replace it fills me with a sense of grief and optimism. I know I will soon mourn the passing of what has been an all-consuming and fulfilling job…no a life style. The thought of not performing my duty to serve the public as an agent is almost unfathomable. However, as I age and watch my two beautiful children grow, I realize there is so much more ahead of me. A new course awaits in which, together, with my wife who I met in Washington D.C. upon my return from Bulgaria we will pen the direction and content of our life chapters.
This book is my effort to share some of my uncommon experiences over the course of a lifetime spent growing up in an Italian immigrant family and coming to age and professional maturity in the realm of a law enforcement career. I truly hope the reader will find some enjoyment and value in my accounts and, at times, unique perspective of things. I am also motivated by the potential that one day when I am long gone, my son and daughter may, one day, as adults, read these pages and get to know their dad in a way that had previously alluded them.
The pages in this book will attempt to capture my energy, personal drive, and commitment spent on achieving my goal of becoming a special agent, a coveted title and topic of countless books, movies, and TV shows. My days as a young boy were spent daydreaming about being a “good guy” fighting the Mafia and making my dreams of being a federal agent an eventual reality. Like people of all professions, I experienced struggles, both, on and off the job. My particular skirmishes climbing the law enforcement career ladder and maneuvering in and around the spheres of justice were, at times, monumental, unexpected, and occasionally, entertaining.
As I have matured, I realize that for most of my life, I was completely misunderstood by most, including my family and friends. Throughout my early career, it often appeared that my fellow agents and supervisors did not quite get me, my motivations and authenticity often maligned and misunderstood. I have come to accept that I contributed to this misconception and false labeling in large part because of my high level of energy.
As a young man in my 20s, I was always on. I was filled with tremendous vigor that overflowed, at times in the wrong time, wrong place, and definitely, to a wrong audience. One thing for certain though and cannot be disputed is that I was, and remain, loyal. My loyalty to friends and mission was never questioned. Looking back, one thing remained constant despite my energy