Please note: This is a work of fiction. No person or character is real and I do not associate or have any connection with any of the players in this fictional piece.
This is my first attempt at writing. It is a "work in progress". I may add or delete materail from this piece as time and comments from gahter members make it appropriate to do so. Thanks.
I was working as an informant for our local police department trying to arrest one of the areas major cocaine dealers.
I was required to meet with local law enforcement to develop strategy. During one such meeting I was asked, "Are you high?" My reply was, "no, I never did the stuff". The truth was I had gotten so deep into the cocaine trade I was always high. The officer then said, "you know we won't make an arrest if you're high", we can't make it stick. I again said, "I told you, I'm not high".
I had called the guy whom I had befriended and asked him to meet me at an appointed place at an appointed time. He agreed to meet me and did. What the officers didn't know as the "friend" got into my car was he had an eightball, an eighth of an ounce of cocaine to sell me, right there. I got it, promptly put it in a sock under my seat, opened the doorr and together we walked into the convenience store where we had arranged the meet. He walked in in front of me as I walked in after him. I went to the counter to get a pack of cigarettes.
In walk the narcotics officers and when he sees them, he throws 4 baggie cornered bags of cocaine on the shelves. They grabbed him and searched him and found no drugs. Then, they began to walk the path he walked into the store and found 3 of the 4 bags of coke.
The police officers put him into a car and escorted him to the magistrates office and I was standing by my car. An officer came over to me and asked if I saw him throw that cocaine on the shellf? I lied again and said no, I never saw it as I was at the counter but the truth was I had seen him toss it and I saw the officers only pick up the 3 of 4 bags.
In only a short while, the officer left me in the parking lot. I walked back into the store, walked to the isle in question and stuffed the other bag in my pocket, made a purchase and simply walked away.
The police never questioned me about it. They never directly asked if I had purchased or stolen any coke. I had done both.
Of course, had they asked me, I would have lied.
I got into my car that night and drove three hours to arrive in the middle of the night to a friends house. I told him about the arrest but not of my part in it. So, I essentially lied to him too. To this day, neither the police, my friend, or anyone else has ever discovered what I had done that summer four years ago. The dealer was convicted and is serving hard time. If he ever finds out, I might be killed. If my friend finds out he will never speak to me again because I had become a "narc", as they say.
To be continued...