"Let me tell you this one, you'll love it."

"Go ahead." Charlie said.

"We get this guy, we're tailing him right? The works, we're going through his garbage, tappin' his phone, going through his mail, everything, ok? So the guy has a fucking cat, right? So every week, my boys have to go through the garbage and they're having to dig through this fucking ten pound bag of cat shit. So one week they find some scraps of paper in it. They bring them back to the lab, they put them back together, and it's some kind of a note."

"What kind of note?"

"Coded. So we break the code. We're feeling pretty fucking good about ourselves. We find out where this guy's gonna be, and we set up a sting. Easy bust. Fucking warehouse."

"Ok."

"So we're sittin' around at the warehouse, and it's an hour late, and this guy hasn't shown yet. So we start looking around, and there the fucker is on the rooftop next door, watching us with binoculars and laughing his ass off. This fucking guy, I tell you."

"Wait, he set you up?"

"He knows we'll find the note, he doesn't shred it, he just tears it up into a bunch a pieces. Knowing we can put it back together. And he makes the code real simple, so we'll be sure to break it."

"I don't get it."

"He just wants to make sure we're digging through the fucking cat shit!"

"Oh." Charlie said, and started to grin.

"It gets worse. Ramirez goes over there, walks right up to the guy, we're made, fuck it, sometimes it happens. Hell, sometimes it's better to get made, you know, they know you're chasing em, they slip up, make a mistake."

"Right." Charlie smiling now. Cheesing.

"Ramirez says, 'Hey, you want to have dinner sometime? Maybe talk about all the illegal shit you're into?', you know what the fucking guy says?"

"What?"

"He says, 'Sure. I'll have my cat drop you a note.'"

Charlie lost it, just a little. A slight chuckle. Then a full fledged giggle. And now Captain Holifield was laughing right along with him.

"You think that's funny?" The captain asked, trying to regain his composure.

"Oh, c'mon! That is funny. The guy's got balls!"

"You're telling me."

"Who is this guy anyway?" Charlie asked, calming down.

"Otto Miles." The captain smiled in a way that said, I dare you to laugh at that.

"Otto Miles? That's my guy! That's the guy I'm here to find!"

"I know. I just thought you should know a little something about how he operates before you go off and do something stupid. I know how you work too Charlie, remember that."