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Sting Operation

In Inside Bounce on October 1, 2010 at 10:15 am

It was a cool early summer day, windy like a tourist would expect in Chicago, when the tip came through – a known cartel from South Florida with a history of cargo theft had rolled into town. Our shipper’s internal security team received the tip and confirmed it with a local hotel partner, but had it not been for a high value load of cell phone equipment moving the next day, the tip might have been dismissed or overlooked.

When the driver – let’s call him Mike – arrived at the Chicago facility he was asked by the guard for his cell phone number so they could notify him which dock to use, but inside the compound the driver was flagged and pointed to the correct dock. Mike was loaded and the trailer sealed before taking off for Indianapolis.

An hour and a half down the road in Jasper County, Indiana, Mike got a call on his cell phone.

“Mike, this is the shipper. We think we may have loaded your trailer with the wrong freight. We need you to pull over at the truck stop up the road.”

What happened next was a blur: Mike called us and alerted us of the situation. But while we were still on the phone with Mike, the shipper’s internal security team called us and said the truck was being followed. The team had suspected the trailer to be a target for the cartel and decided to keep an eye on it en route to Indianapolis.

When we told the security team about the phone call Mike received telling him to stop, they were ecstatic. They asked if Mike was comfortable playing a role in a sting operation (I think that’s the role of ‘bait’) and after a bit of persuasion and the promise of ample undercover police presence at the truck stop, Mike agreed to help catch the bad guys.

I can’t imagine pulling into the truck stop knowing cargo thieves are about to jump your equipment and maybe you. Like he was told, Mike parked the truck, took the keys, and walked directly into the restaurant. Before he even made it in, the cartel had swarmed his vehicle and smashed his window. That was all the police needed to close in and apprehend the perpetrators.

Thankfully the trailer wasn’t touched and the seal wasn’t broken. It was promptly picked up and driven (straight through, ha!) to our customer.

Do loads get hijacked? Yes, and increasingly so in this economic climate. Who you trust with your freight was never more important than it is now. For your high-value freight (plain ol’ boring freight too), we’ll work with you every step of the way to ensure its quick and safe delivery. And you might help catch some baddies in the process.

(Near) Death of a Salesman

In Inside Bounce on August 10, 2010 at 3:51 pm

By. Todd McLaughlin

So I almost died yesterday making cold calls in St. Joseph, MI.

I drove by an old warehouse with a couple docks and a few cars in the parking lot. Business, I thought.

When I approached the front door it was propped open by one of those lounge chairs from a doctor’s office. After climbing over it to get inside, I arrive in the light-less lobby standing in a puddle of water. At this point my heart is racing. Get out, I told myself.

In front of me, to my right, and to my left were three hallways. Left hallway was pitch black — passed on that one. Straight in front presumably led to the factory area. May have been the best option.

Right hallway was Catch-22. There are two offices halfway down the hall that have lights on, yet this is the hallway most reminiscent of the Psycho hallway. You know what I’m talking about.

Against all better judgment, I picked the right hallway. Step by step I approached the first office and peered my head around. A lady was sitting at a desk and jumped when she saw my big blond hair coming around the doorjam. (Combing my hair might have helped).

Right after I startled her, I heard a low bark and a deep growl. Next thing I know, a 60-pound pit bull mutt is lurching across the office in the midst of the office lady screaming and me thinking that this is the Death of a Salesman.

Fortunately Angie the dog was nicer than expected and lapped up the puddle on the floor beneath me.

Kidding.

But I did think I was gonna die or suffer major arterial lacerations.

And at least I got a contact out of the whole situation.

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