Update

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...

 

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!

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.

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.