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Goldie first wanted to import heroin from Burma to North America. Goldie had met personally with warlords overseeing the poppy plantations in Burma in an effort to extract what he thought would be the lowest price. The Shaman admired him for his courage at the time. Lee believed that Goldie was less courageous than he was naive.

      Lee smiled to himself at how simple it had been to convince Goldie to pay a percentage of his profit to them. He first befriended Goldie at a hotel in Rangoon. A day or two later, Goldie was arrested at a Burmese checkpoint and his first shipment of heroin was seized. Lee stepped in as a sympathetic friend with high-level contacts. Soon, Goldie and his shipment were both on their way again.

      Goldie was readily willing to pay a commission to guarantee the safe passage of future shipments. He never realized that the same people who sold the heroin also sold the information to The Shaman. It was The Shaman who paid the majority of the real salary earned by many of the police, military, and immigration officials in Southeast Asia.

      In effect, The Shaman was often able to control which shipments would pass and which ones wouldn’t. In time, with the continued safe arrival of his goods in Vancouver, Goldie profited more than ever and his shipments increased in proportion, as did the commissions he paid out.

      Now Goldie was no longer a micromanager. He owned a couple of antique stores, as well as a nightclub. Both types of businesses served to launder his money and to insulate him from the annoying tentacles of law enforcement. He had reached the point where he could sit back and collect commissions himself from the executive members of other crime families who also frequented his nightclub, bolstering his profit margin even higher.

      “As you know by the increasingly large shipments and commissions, he is doing well,” replied Lee.

      “From what I have read,” replied The Shaman, “in British Columbia that should be rather easy and relatively stress-free. Low risk and high gain.”

      “There is some risk. Last year the national police, the RCMP as it is known, made several dozen arrests in regard to bikers. Many were charged with selling cocaine. The police in Canada are not as easily persuaded to turn a blind eye. Bribery is relatively rare.”

      “Still, is it not true that judicial sentencing practices in British Columbia make it irrelevant? I am familiar with the arrests you mention. It will be interesting to see how long those arrested will actually spend in jail. From what I’ve read so far, it shouldn’t be long. What does interest me is that the arrests were the result of a police informer who was a member of the gang. I have heard a rumour that the courts may not accept the evidence of the police informer because he broke the law while working for the police. An abuse of process it is called.”

      Lee thought about it briefly and a smile crossed his face. “If the court rules favourably, it would certainly make it easy to identify any informers in our midst. They would be unable to behave or perform their duties as directed.”

      “Exactly. It is something we will follow. I wish the bikers luck.”

      “Even if they are our competition?” asked Lee seriously.

      “We do not sell cocaine,” replied The Shaman, with a shrug.

      Lee nodded. No, not yet. When we are stronger and the time is right, then —

      “So, back to Mister Goldie,” continued The Shaman. “How is his progress outside of British Columbia?”

      “Through his contacts, he is opening up more distribution channels all the time. Much of Western Canada and recently Seattle are beginning to add to our investment strategy.”

      “What about the eastern seaboard?” asked The Shaman. “That is where the population is based. I expected our man in Palermo to have had the contacts in New York, but the Italian mafia there has lost all honour. Respected crime bosses are arrested almost daily and continue to cheerfully sing to the police in exchange for leniency. So much for omertà. I would like to discover a new path.”

      “I understand,” replied Lee. “I have approached Mister Goldie on this matter, but he indicates it is a slow process. Competitive organizations in Ontario and Quebec have been receiving their shipments from Afghanistan. I thought the lack of stability in Afghanistan would have crippled that front, but apparently not.”

      “The opposite, I should think,” said The Shaman. “Heroin will be sold more than ever so that the various factions will have money for arms.”

      Lee nodded politely in agreement.

      “And our Chinese friend, Mister Wang, appears to be doing well?”

      “Yes,” replied Lee.

      Hui Wang was originally from Hong Kong, but had moved to Vancouver. His role was similar to Goldie’s, except that he oversaw the distribution of ecstasy and methamphetamine, or crystal meth, as it was known on the street. Wang had also insulated himself well and owned a restaurant and a specialty store that sold imported bamboo furniture. Both served to give him an aura of respectability, as well as launder his money.

      “You have done very, very well as our emissary in Canada,” said The Shaman.

      “Thank you,” replied Lee, trying unsuccessfully to read what The Shaman was thinking.

      “As you are aware, there is a position I need to fill at home. It is unfortunate that my most trusted employee, in essence, the vice-president of our organization, succumbed to heart failure.” The Shaman paused to swallow more orange juice.

      Lee waited. He was not offended that he was not the most trusted employee. At least, not yet. The Shaman compared their organization’s protection to the skin of an onion. Comprised of numerous layers, the closer you came to the heart of the company, the more scrutiny and tests there were to ensure ultimate protection.

      The Shaman placed his glass down and turned to Lee and asked, “Would you like to return and fill that position? To once more live under the same roof as your family?”

      Lee’s broad smile gave his answer before his words announced, “It is my dream!”

      “Then it shall be.”

      “When do you foresee this taking place?” asked Lee, trying to contain his glee and maintain the proper dignity in his voice.

      “That is the problem at the moment,” replied The Shaman. “I have a candidate in mind to fill your position at the investment company, but the person I am considering is not experienced in the commodity market like you are. With the rapid expansion of our influence here, I think we need to separate the two ventures. What we need to find is a suitable replacement for you to oversee our eastern commodity distribution.”

      Lee nodded. He knew the commodities referred to were heroin, ecstasy, and methamphetamines.

      “Canada is a different culture compared to our European and Asian markets,” continued The Shaman. “Now that you have set up the proper framework, I think it is better to have someone who was born to this culture or has lived here for many years to replace you. Such a person would know who to recruit in Canada and would also be more familiar with their family history.”

      Lee knew that “family history” meant the personal knowledge of who and where families lived — knowledge that would ensure the strict obedience of new employees if they did not wish any harm to befall their family. He thought briefly about his own wife and their two daughters. He had seen little of them since working in Canada. Of course, their safety is not an issue. My loyalty is absolute … and I have brought them great prosperity.

      “Providing, of course, that such a person existed and was qualified,” continued The Shaman. “If you have a potential candidate, then I would suggest that after the appropriate security checks, some testing and training, six months would be appropriate for you to leave Canada.”

      “I have such a person in mind,” said Lee.

      “And would that be Mister Wang? He came to Canada as a young man, and with his associates he undoubtedly has connections across North America.”

      Lee

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