Tuesday, April 14, 2009


Life is still busy as hell. We're up to our eyeballs in drugs, dealers and crack downs. Every day is one step closer.
I have been watching Chase closely. He's gone and fallen in love. He had the woman at me and Cas's wedding. She seems nice enough. Hell, if my partner and best friend is happy--which he is, happier than I've ever seen him--then thats good enough for me.
I am ready for things to quiet down a little. I want to spend more time with Cas. Maybe I'll let Chase take over sooner than expected. After all, I'm a newly married man...

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Hot Damn!

We did it! I can't beleive it.

A load of coke was being shipped via US Post for delivery to a house out in the Mckinsley area. Bobby went in as undercover to do a controlled delivery (what this means is we intercepted the package, then checked it out thoroughly before repackaging and delivering it ourselves.)

The drugs were being shipped inside a computer to a fake name to a gernal address at an apartment complex. They had kilos packed into the monitor and the tower--1 Million dollars worth of product--after we did our thing we repacked it and Bobby ponied up as the delivery man.

The thing is the bad guys paid for it to be delivered by as certain time. By the time we got our hands on the merchandise we had two hours to get the drugs delivered. Bobby delivered and we flipped the warehouse man.

His job was basically to accept delivery then he contacted the distributor who would come by with cash for payment of the job, then the distributor would take it, cute it out and ship it to the dealers in the area.

We got his to flip on the D. The D will be meeting us at 6:00 tonight to take delivery of his merchandise. The D runs a taxi service and he uses his vehicles to move the product. We get him and we'll have put another kink Rivera's chain. Hot Damn! I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel on the Rivera case. Thank God!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Man, what a past three weeks

Have I mentioned how much I hate stakeouts? Sitting in your car for hours and hours watching the same place. You can’t move, stretch, go for coffee, sleep. We’ve been sitting on a stash house. Inside is money, drugs, and all the tools of the trade, including weapons. We’ve got to be damn careful. The slightest misstep and these past few weeks of sitting will be useless.

I just wish these scumbags would make a move so we could take them down. A lot of people don’t understand why we don’t storm in and rip the place apart. It’s basic, if we move in too soon and there’s no product or money or both, the runners will know they’re being watched and we can kiss them goodbye.

If they suspect their being watched, they’ll pack up part and parcel then move to a new location and set up business there.

You have to keep one eye on the house and the other constantly scanning your surroundings. At any moment someone can slip up, stick a gun in your face and POW! That’s all she wrote folks.

I’ve been so long without sleep I can’t remember a damn thing. I can’t recall who’s up to relieve me.

Wait a minute…there’s something happening. A van leaving the house. “Here we go boys. Someone’s coming out of our place. It’s a nineteen ninety-five Chevy van, black. Plate number BC4-981G. Let’s follow at a nice distance and see what’s up. Eyes open and let's not spook 'em, okay?”

“Copy that Justice.”

Here we go. ‘Bout time we got some action, my butt was beginning to mushroom.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

New Year, Same Shit

I’m getting really tired of this. These drug dealers will use anything for mules. They have implanted drugs in human bodies, in dogs, in cats, anything they can use to move their product.

Last night nearly killed me. We found a young woman, she was barely 18, had been used for a mule. We raided the warehouse where she was. It made me sick. They had this girl on a table, her wrists and ankles bound so she couldn’t fight, and they were cutting her open with a large serrated knife to remove the balloon of coke. She died before the medics could arrive. Bobby completely lost it. We had to hold him back or think he would’ve killed the bastards. I don’t know how many they’ve used this way.

How can people do this? I know how. They don’t see human life worth a damn. As long as they make their money, they could care less who gets hurt or dies in the process. I know this was another one of Rivera’s victims. When I get my hands on this son of a bitch, I’m going to rip him apart with my bare hands. I hope I get to him first.

Thursday, December 4, 2008


Not every bust goes according to plan. But, as Hannibal Smith used to say, “I love it when a plan comes together.” The images above are photos from only a few of the many successes the DEA and police drug division forces across the country have had.

***Operation Family Tree: Springfield Man, Woman Sentenced for Meth Conspiracy***

NOV 14 -- ( MO) – John F. Wood, United States Attorney for the Western District of Missouri, announced today that two Springfield, Mo., residents have been sentenced in federal court for participating in a conspiracy to distribute methamphetamine.

Operation Family Tree is a multi-agency law enforcement investigation that targeted the large-scale distribution of methamphetamine and marijuana in southern Missouri and Oklahoma, resulting in a series of federal indictments on Aug. 31, 2007.

Robert J. TAYLOR , 40, and Kelly D. WILSON , 38, both of Springfield, were sentenced by U.S. District Judge Dean Whipple on Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008. TAYLOR was sentenced to six years and three months in federal prison without parole. WILSON was sentenced to four years and six months in federal prison without parole. The court also ordered WILSON to forfeit to the government $7,335, which was derived from the illegal sale of methamphetamine and was seized by law enforcement officers.

On June 2, 2008, TAYLOR pleaded guilty to his role in the conspiracy to distribute methamphetamine in Greene County, Mo., from Aug. 24 to Dec. 15, 2006. On four occasions, TAYLOR sold a total of 28.5 grams of pure methamphetamine to undercover law enforcement agents. TAYLOR also introduced undercover agents to WILSON , who was his source of supply.
On June 13, 2008, WILSON pleaded guilty to her role in the methamphetamine conspiracy. She admitted to providing methamphetamine to TAYLOR for redistribution, and to selling methamphetamine to undercover agents.

This case was prosecuted by Assistant U.S. Attorney Randall D. Eggert. It was investigated by the Drug Enforcement Administration, the Springfield, Mo., Police Department and COMET (the Combined Ozarks Multi-jurisdictional Enforcement Team).

***This is a press release from the DEA website. Congratulations to our St. Louis Agents for a job well done!***

### Another long running case. It wears me out sometimes and I know it’s hard on our families but in the end it’s worth it. My team sure makes me proud. I couldn’t have assembled a better group of men and women if I had hand-picked them myself. We’re like a well oiled machine. Everyone knows who’s doing what from the minute we begin an operation until the final paperwork is done and the bad guys are on their way to prison. I’m ready for a long vacation.
Callye just called. It’s nice to know I’m headed home to her for a few days. Just a couple more things to wrap up and I’m out the door.

###Justice’s fictional commentary###

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

They have GOT to be kidding!

Reality television? Really? I can’t believe this. I’m not big on the whole follow you around with a camera crap. Now they tell me there is going to be a camera crew doing just that—with my unit. I don’t think so.

I have enough to do with making sure my guys are safe and nailing the bad guys to the wall. The last thing I need is for some idiot with tunnel vision through a camera under foot. This isn’t a game. Chasing down drug dealers is NOT a spectator sport. Whoever came up with the concept needs their head examined.

They want to interview us before we get started. I’ve got too much to do to take time to sit down with these people and answer foolish questions. Maybe it’s not too late to cancel this.

Crap. Here comes Director Barker with the producer and a camera jockey. It’s too late after all. Time to paste on a smile and get it over with. They want honesty, reality; well I’m going to give it to them. Maybe I can wake them up to the dangers and get out of this yet.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Buys and Busts

God have I missed Cas. We had a major case that had been building for months. It took a great deal of concerted effort to break it up.

The investigation had taken the better part of two years. My team wasn’t directly involved. We were called in to help with the strike. I have never seen so many agencies working together. We had DEA, FBI, ATF as well as state and local police hitting a major import line in Texas.

The strike took us five days to coordinate. When you have a couple of hundred people involved in a case, it makes sense that it would take some time. I couldn’t believe it. The total take down? 700k in drugs, fifty assault rifles, and twenty-five members of the infamous Calibero gang.

These heartless bastards have been guilty of more than drug crimes. Assaults, murders, attempted murders, armed robbery, and there is even a hint at possible involvement in human trafficking. That’s not really my department and as of right now it’s merely rumor.

I do feel good about what we’ve done. It’s a huge interruption into a train that stretches off into the horizon. Now that it’s over I just want to finish my reports, go home, get a hot shower and curl up on the sofa with Cas. Baby, I’m coming home!