“You know I was investigating both families,” he began. I nodded. “We were receiving information daily about LifeTech Industries’ connection to the mob, only we weren’t sure which family it was, or what they were involved in. About a month before things got really heated, I followed one of the trucks to the Iaccona warehouse in Youngstown. It was then I figured out what was going on, but I couldn’t prove it. These guys were carrying medical coolers out, and it didn’t take a genius to know that it wasn’t a skin graft inside, but something else. We started pulling their financial accounts, records, licenses, and everything we could think of, but they were clean as a whistle.” “But you had tape recordings of—” He held his hand up. “We’ll get to that. Keep in mind, LifeTech Industries is a legitimate tissue-donor corporation, but also a front for organ trade.” I stayed quiet while he continued. “Only when I heard, by chance, of a homeless man missing a liver in Detroit did I start to understand the depth of what they were doing.
