Garbage Man
Needed to speak to Justin Laboa. Figured the best thing would be to smuggle a phone in somehow. Ilana hit on the idea of a garbage truck. Laboa pushed the dumpster out for pickup, pulled it in after pickup. We got some filthy gray jumpsuits, headed out on trash day, and Ray gave the sanitation engineers a nice tip to let us borrow the truck. Ilana had a good time driving it, and she let Solana play with the forks. Ray and I hung on the back.
Sure enough, Laboa pushed the dumpster down. Security — a rent-a-cop also not allowed to leave the site — asked where the regular guys were, we told him stomach flu. Ray chatted up Barney Fife while I helped Laboa push the dumpster back. I told him I was a Federal Agent and was going to get him out. Was afraid he was going to start crying and hug me and blow it right there. I slipped him a phone with text and camera and told him to contact me later. He held it together.
This was coming together.
