Wired by the F.B.I.

Glenn Painter

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Christian Romano lives his life as a con-artist, burglar, drug dealer, and a ladies' man, using his good looks to con wealthy women out of jewels and money.When he is arrested and jailed in one of the most violent jails in the U.S. (Cook County in Chicago), a steamy affair begins with a nympho female jail guard. When he loses control of the romance, Christian must end the affair by reporting her to Internal Affairs. It turns out that she is already under suspicion for supplying drugs to various gang members inside the jail. He has to decide if he is "rogue" enough to help set her up for arrest.Meanwhile, the FBI wants to recruit Christian to gather information against a sadist ex-cop, Scott Mason, who has been arrested for murder. The risk? Christian must wear a wire and testify. The reward? Witness protection for Christian and his girlfriend and a modification of his prison sentence.Will Christian risk his life for a chance at freedom? Will the female sheriff "get even" with him? Or will his life end at the hands of the jail's drug lords or a lunatic former cop?

Sujets

• Thriller

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 31 juillet 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645367628
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Wired by the F.B.I.
A Deal Was Signed with the Devil, Now It’s Time to Pay Up
Glenn Painter
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-07-31
Wired by the F.B.I. About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Disclaimer Preface August 1990 Part I Chapter 1 The Omen Chapter 2 Starting a Life of Crime Chapter 3 Can’t Say No to Blow Part II Chapter 4 Debt Collector Chapter 5 Pretty Spanish Smart Ass Chapter 6 Overkill Chapter 7 Media Abuse Part III Chapter 8 Vacation in Vegas Chapter 9 Cat and Mouse Game Chapter 10 Gotta Pay to Play Chapter 11 The Nympho Sheriff Chapter 12 She’s Gone Too Far Part IV Chapter 13 The Irish Bulldog Chapter 14 The Sadistic Corrupt Cop Chapter 15 Be Careful What You Say Chapter 16 The Rambling Sadist Part V Chapter 17 Cantankerous Fat Slob Chapter 18 It Hit Me like a Sledgehammer Chapter 19 F.B.I. Offer Chapter 20 U.S.S. Just Kill Me Now Part VI Chapter 21 Get Me Some Duct Tape Chapter 22 The Sadist Keeps Talking Chapter 23 He Digs His Own Grave Chapter 24 Meeting with the Godfather Part VII Chapter 25 Welcome to the Feds Chapter 26 Meeting with the Top Dawgs Chapter 27 Starving Baby Bird Chapter 28 Perks of Being a Rat Part VIII Chapter 29 A Rat for Hire Chapter 30 The Fight Was On Chapter 31 Rat Hall of Fame Chapter 32 Deal or No Deal Chapter 33 Welcome to Paradise Chapter 34 Ritz Carlton for Rats Part IX Chapter 35 Rolling in Money Chapter 36 Texas Fried Moron Chapter 37 Shitsville, U.S.A. Chapter 38 Taxpayer’s Dime Chapter 39 Dog and Pony Show Part X Chapter 40 Back to the Wild West Chapter 41 A New Job—A New Life Chapter 42 Cocaine Capital Chapter 43 Back in the Drug Business Chapter 44 Profitable Strippers Chapter 45 Too Much Cash to Stash Chapter 46 Pandora’s Box Part XI Chapter 47 Back to the Windy City Chapter 48 Goons with Machine Guns Chapter 49 The Testimony Chapter 50 Defense Meltdown Part XII Chapter 51 Back to Purgatory Chapter 52 The Shakedown Chapter 53 Problem Solved Chapter 54 Time to Party Part XIII Chapter 55 Stopping a Stalker Chapter 56 What! The Death Penalty Chapter 57 Sinking a Dirty Copper Chapter 58 The Shit Hits the Fan Part XIV Chapter 59 Starting Over Chapter 60 Shot in the Ass by Cupid Chapter 61 Just Found a Soulmate Chapter 62 Running Again Part XV Chapter 63 Hit with a Bombshell Chapter 64 Coming Full Circle Chapter 65 Let the Games Begin Chapter 66 Screwed Again Part XVI Chapter 67 Can I Take the Heat? Chapter 68 There’s No News like Bad News Chapter 69 Screwed Before…Never so Quickly Chapter 70 Shipped out like a Steer Part XVII Chapter 71 A Letter from an Angel Chapter 72 Free Again—At Least for a While Chapter 73 The Train Wreck of All Train Wrecks Part XVIII Chapter 74 The World of Criminal Trials Chapter 75 A Visit from a Chicago Attorney Chapter 76 Time to Rat on the F.B.I. Part XIX Chapter 77 The Crooked California Prison System Chapter 78 My Civil Duty Chapter 79 Are You Kidding Me? Chapter 80 My Final Attempt at Freedom Epilogue
About the Author
Glenn Painter is single and lives in Central Florida. He became interested in writing at an early age but did not make it his career until 2014 when he published his first book, Beyond the Sentence .
Glenn has written this story from the notes by the man who actually lived it. However, extensive research was also required in order to make these stories factual.
Glenn has also founded a company, ‘Prisoner Civil Rights Services.’ He is an advocate for incarcerated individuals who have had their rights violated. He is in constant contact with these individuals, their families, and the council. Most of his stories are inspired by ‘factual’ events that have happened to these incarcerated individuals. This makes his stories both fiction and non-fiction.
Glenn says that writing is very challenging, and you must love the trials and tribulations that come with it. He believes that patience, perseverance, and determination are required essentials to see a book through to being published. The journey is just as important as the destination.
Dedication
I would like to dedicate this novel to my mother. Without her knowledge and wisdom, I would not be the man I am today!
Copyright Information ©
Glenn Painter (2019)
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Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data
Painter, Glenn
Wired by the F.B.I.
A Deal Was Signed with the Devil, Now It’s Time to Pay Up
ISBN 9781643783772 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781643783789 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645367628 (ePub e-book)
The main category of the book — Fiction / Thrillers / Suspense
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019907758
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First Published (2019)
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Disclaimer
OKAY, LET’S CUT THE CRAP AND GET DOWN TO THE NITTY-GRITTY…
I know there are certain people who may think they recognize themselves, or someone they know, in this book. They will probably get all grumpy and steamed up over it. They may even decide (just for kicks) to give me a hard time. Please keep in mind that if I really wanted to be a jerk about it, you would have been named directly. Trust me, this version is a lot better than the original, unedited ‘rants.’
MOST FICTION IS WRITTEN FROM IMAGINATION…
We all know that the human memory is deeply flawed and it’s almost impossible to recall a conversation word for word, so this is written in fiction. This work depicts actual events which occurred in Chicago and can be verified by research. Occasionally, dialogue consistent with the character or nature of the main character has been supplemented.
REGARDING THE CHARACTERS…
Any jokes, references, or descriptions you might find offensive are meant to be harmless and funny.
REALLY?
If you can listen to hardcore lyrics about guns and sex, you can surely ‘mellow out’ when swear words are used in this novel. So just be cool, okay? I wish to apologize in advance to the elderly and people of strong faith, however, in case you haven’t heard, this is the way they talk, especially in the world of crime.
NOW, JUST TO BE CLEAR ABOUT ALL OF THIS…
The content depicted in this book, including events, locales, and persons, living or dead, as well as many other things, were inspired directly by real life events. However, I would like to say that no resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, should be inferred at all.
OH YES! THE MOST IMPORTANT…
Absolutely, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission in writing and signed by the author, nor be otherwise circulated in any form other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed upon the subsequent publisher. (For any piracy queries and illegal downloads, please consult me first.)
GO AHEAD AND SPREAD THIS NOVEL…
Remember to credit the author and leave the novel untouched, but if you try to make money behind my back, I will have to sue you. The moral right of the author has been asserted.
All rights reserved, plus the contents depicted in this book do not reflect the views of the author, publisher, or related sales and distribution parties. Don’t blame other people for liking or reselling this book. It is a free country.
Preface

August 1990
Something’s wrong, my intuition told me, as I stepped out of the stairwell and into the chaotic frenzy of the main hallway running under Division One of the Cook County jail.
Sergeant Ricky Walsh opened the heavy, rusted steel door leading to the death trap—that is A-B stairwell—then turned to me. “Romano, take the stairs down four flights to the bottom, I will meet you there.”
There are four sets of stairs that lead to the main boulevard on the first floor. They are legendary for the infamous men who have been butchered there, the bloodstained walls are a testament to the violence that is the norm in this building . As I begin my descent down the narrow and poorly lit stairwell, the thought hits me: At least half a dozen men have been stabbed in this exact place . The words taunt me as I step slowly down the stairs so that Walsh will have time to beat me to the first floor in the old, decrepit elevator.
When I finally made it down, I breathed a sigh of relief. But it is not Walsh waiting at the huge steel door I was to exit. Instead of the old mick—who looked and walked like a bulldog with his perfectly groomed hair and mustache—it was one of the lackey guards. They would often hang out on the main floor waiting to proposition some poor woman coming to visit her man. I opened the door and stepped through quickly, not wanting to arouse suspicion. But my heart hung in my throat.
During my trip down the stairwell, the heavy steel recorder slid down my pant leg, stopping on top of my right foot. The ACE bandage, meant to hold it in place, was also dangling and ready to pop out for everyone to see. Panic set in as my mind processed a million thoughts, but I couldn’t break my stride.
It was common knowledge that this is where inmates often came out stabbing when sent to attack a guard by one of the gang bosses. Looking past th