Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

After the smoke cleared and with the biker head quarters secured. We began our search. Our suspected murder weapon, the .38 was found in the bunkroom. Yep, this fortress included a fully furnished room with rows of bunkbeds for the weary bikers. A working meth lab in the basement, an arms room equiped with the latest automatic weapons, and a fully functional counterfeit printing press in the attic. Yep, over a half million dollars in bogus $20.00 bills stacked to the rafters. An 18 wheeler arrived to transport all the siezed property. Of course the raid had not produced one arrest. All the felony bikers had escaped but that didn't stop ole Agent Big Cheese. Yep, at a big news conference he claimed that operation Hard Rider had been a complete success. Big Cheese and the rest of the Agents posed for the group pictures in front of the evidence collected. Lt Pants and I recieved letters of appreciation,we were then stripped of our federal I.D. cards and banished from group. What a deal !

Now, this is where the story takes a turn. Lt Crap wasn't dumb and unknown to me had pulled a good one. While we were searching for the .38 he found a cop's dream. It was in the form of a very large photobook album. Yep, the stupid bikers had all their members pose for mugshots. Even better, these pictures were attached to thier applications. Yep, they had their want to be members fill out paper work. It listed their past jobs, family contacts, prison records, known associates, bike registrations, and criminal specialties. What a deal !

So, our little department had the best intelligence on one of the nations biggest criminal organizations. We got pretty popular just sharing this information with other departments. An outlaw biker within riding distance of the City of Idiots wasn't safe. We helped solve at least a half dozen homicides, a good twenty or so robberies, and at least one kidnapping. We did later on turn this information over to the Feds, just because we were nice guys. Oh, the Guilty Dog had his day too. He was no billed on the homicide, it was ruled self defense. But, a few months later his biker mama shot him dead with her loaded .25. It was over a quarter gram of crank, with a street value of $ 25.00. What a deal !

Things finally settled down a bit, for awhile anyway. We had a streak of armed robberies, a rash of burglaries, and the usual dope cases to work. I got better at being a Detective and the Lt Crap Pants even calmed down. The biggest problem we faced was the city's growth. Yep, the department had growing pains. The Chief did what he could but we had a hard time just keeping up. Finally I had enough and caught the Lt in his office.

I bagan slowly, " Say Lt. Pants, you got a minute ? I've been thinking and you know something ? Almost everything in this city happens over our drug problem. Those killings last year, that bank robbery, and I bet most of those burglaries now ! Can't we do something, like get an undercover cop or at least try to do something ? We're just spinning our wheels here. I'm sure the Chief could get some grant money somewhere. I'm just wore out and it's not getting any better. Our patrolmen are busting their butts and arresting the small time user's everyday. Why don't we go after the dealers ? Heck, if we shut down just a couple of them, I bet the word would get out. I know we've both have had a little luck getting warrants and shutting down a few. But, I thinking it's going to take a real effort to clean this town up. What do you think ?

Lt Crap puffed on his pipe, " Well, I know what he'll say. We can't invest in somethng that might fail. Now, say if we proved our case first. If you can show him a need and some results ! You get what I'm saying ? Maybe we can get a reserve and use him ? We could start small, with maybe $ 25 dollar buys and work our way up. Detective Backup use to work narcotics in Fort Worth and I bet he knows someone we can use. Let me get with him and we'll go from there. You know, I've been thinking the same thing for awhile. Let me see what I can do. "

I left the Lt's office and went back to mine. I had about twenty open cases and more pilling up. Now, I have to confess to ya'll. I'd, well, become a bit of a playboy. You see it started out innocent enough. My wife and I had grown apart. She'd gotten interested in cheerleading and was living her second childhood thru our daughters. Yep, my wife had tried out and failed to make cheerleader in high school. So, she pushed our daughters and they had made the team. Yep, I had three cheerleading daughters, a decent wife, our own home, and I was out catting around.

Now, in my defense I seldom saw my family. I'd come home to an empity house. My wife would spend all her available time coaching the team. It wasn't cheap either. Man, cheerleading camps, uniforms, traveling, refreshments, it all added up. To make matters worse my wife got caught up in, keeping up with the Jone's. I had bought her a new LTD from those crooks at the Ford Dealer. Remember chapter 27, page 143 ? Anyway, I was suppose to be working 4, 10 hour shifts. In truth I was working 4, 15 hour shifts. I'd have 30 hours in and the comp time built up each week. The Chief would make me take extra days off. That's when I'd do those extration runs with Sgt Party for the Sheriff's department. Anyway, I was always careful not to get involved with any of the fender lizards. Yep, trucker's have lot lizards and cop's have fender lizards. Their just low lives that seek out cops for excitement. There's an old saying about that badge will get you women and those women will get your badge.

So, what happend ? You asked. Well, there was this young 23 year old dispatcher. She was single and not bad looking. Of course my wife was much more attractive. But, a stiff, intoxicated, male organ. has no taste. I'm told, I sure is heck don't know for sure. I don't go that way. Anyhow, she was flirty, loose, cunning, and had the hots for me. So, one night she claimed her car wouldn't start. I offered her a ride home from work. It was about 10 pm and she asked me to stop in for a drink. I was stupid and really thought that's what the offer was. So, I went into her apartment and called home to tell the wifey. Of course all I got was our answering machine. That's when I remembered she was out of town, on some cheerleading chore with our daughters. So, a drink led to two. Ole Dispatcher Tricksey, of course had to get into something more comfortable. Yep, like her birthday suit. So, as much as I fought, she overpowered me. I felt used and dirty. I gathered my three piece suit and ran out the door.

I really did feel awful, you know, guilty. I'd kept my guard up all that time and then wham ! So, I went home to an empity house and cried myself to sleep. The next morning Sgt Party picked me up and we headed to El Paso. We had 4 prisoners to pick up there and stopped in Van Horne, Texas for the night. It was a new Holiday Motel that had just opened. Me and Party went to a local tavern. We were dressed in our required suits and ties. A couple of ole gals were headed back to California, after visiting friends in Florida. Sgt Party bought them drinks and they joined us. One gal was around 40 years old and the other about 30. Both were lookers and before long made their moves. Now this is a line that I shouldn't of fallen far. The 30 year old asked me if I'd ever seen the inside of a new Motel room. I lied and said no. So, she invited me to go see one. Yep, Wham again ! Dang women. I felt used, guilty, dirty, and cried myself to sleep.

That's all for the night Snazz Folks, your Snazzy1.

 

Don't kick yourself too hard, sometime it just sneaks up on you before you know what hit you.

 

Yes, Leannamarie it can happen, but it shouldn't. I've never felt good about this part of my life. Now, on with Life Goes On.

I was parked at a coin oprerated car wash inside one of the deserted stalls. It was 3 am and the dealer was barking his goods as I examined his product. The bag felt a little light so reached for my scales. The Dealer was jumpy and I was was sweating bullets. He reminded me that this was just a sample and that that all his customers were satisfied. He wouldn't short anyone and I could take that to the bank. I offered him half of his asking price. He compromised with a 20 % per cent discount, if I agreed to purchase the full amount right then. I hesitated, as though in deep thought before agreeeing. He exited my undercover car and went to the trunk of his car, that was parked over in the next stall. I knew this was the most dangerous moment in a drug deal. He knew ( or at least thought ) that I was carrying the large amount of cash to purchase his cocaine. He knew ( or at least thought ) that I could be a killer. Yep, I could pop a cap in his head and instead of a 20 % per cent discount. I could have it all for free, well less the cost of a bullet. So, he cautiously returns to my car and opens the passenger door.

What bothered me was the fact he didn't sit down. He remained standing outside so I couldn't see his hands. I quickly exited the driver's side and stood facing him. He placed the wrapped brown paper bag ontop of my car's roof. I slid the bag across the roof, towards me. I glanced inside and saw the clear plastic bags filled with the white powder. I then explained that my money was inside my trunk. He walked to the rear of my car as I lifted the trunk lid. I placed the bag of dope in the trunk and reached for the shoebox containing the money. As I handed him the box I removed my ball cap and stepped back. He removed the rubberband from the shoebox and opened it. As the monopoly money looked back at him I screamed, " Freeze ! Your under arrest ! "

The red and blue lights swung in and in the matter of seconds the Idiot Officers had him covered. I placed my .38 snub nose back in it's ankle holster, as he was cuffed, searched, and read his rights. I followed the unit back to the station and spent the next four hours typing reports. The dealer was brought before the magistrate and his bond was set at $ 25,000. He made a phone call and walked out two hours later. I logged the evidence into our evidence room and poured myself, my eighth cup of coffee. The Lt informed me the Chief wanted to see us. We sat down as the Chief shut his door and then sat behind his desk.

Chief E.T. kept reading over the reports and then slowly began, " Barney I don't know how you do this ! Your one of the best officer's I've got. But, this is your last chance ! I can't keep just suspending you, the other men are wondering why I don't just fire you. I guess it'll be a five day suspension and this time is the last time ! If you mess up again, your gone ! You really aren't just hurting yourself. Your the fourth most high ranking Officer in this department. We count on you and everytime you go out and get drunk. So Lt you got anything ? "

Lt Crap Pants chewed on his unlit pipe, " We'll I agree with you Chief ! He's in my opinion not worth keeping ! Barney seems to think he's special or something. Hell, if I pulled half the stunts he has, you'd fired me long ago. Barney ! This is it ! You better get your act together ! I think your one hell of a Detective ! Your smart Barney and know how to get things done. Why you want to pull this crap I'll never know. You got anything to say ?

I took a swig of my coffee, " Well, I did pay for the damamges. That band did stink ! That's all I said. Yep, how was I to know the whole bar would break into a free for all ? Heck, I was just defending myself. They didn't even know I was a cop. I didn't even have my gun or badge with me. But, I can see how it looks. Sure, an off duty cop gets drunk and clears a bar out. I'll be more careful and try to do better. You think we can just use my comp days. I have two more drug deals scheduled for this weekend ?

The Chief agreed and I did my thang. I was fairly good at it but knew it was way too dangerous. This wasn't a game and those dope heads were crazy. They just didn't care about anything except dope. They used dope, sold dope, ate dope, talked dope, stole for dope, worked for dope, grew dope, manufactured dope, and were dopes. I had seen a light at the end of the tunnel. One of my buy bust netted the city a few thousand dollars. I think it was around $ 7,000 . Anyway, with that and the new reserve officer maybe we could get a decent operation going. I was tired of using my own car and my own money. Yep, Life was good, but getting pretty dangerous for me.

Let's break here, Snazzy readers. Your, Snazzy1.

 

We are now in the summer of 1986 and in the middle of what was code named Rope a Doper. Lt Crap Pants was in charge of our unit, I was lead investigator, and our main undercover cop was a reserve officer. My job was to account for all monies spent, collect all evidence, recruit informants, coordinate drug buys, and supervise the undercover cop. Of course that's not how it worked. Our undercover cop was x-Fort Worth officer who had been fired while in their academy. His name was Cry Baby and what a pain in the butt. He was no young kid, he was my age, about 34. He stood 6' foot, weighed 190 lbs, was a health nut, didn't smoke, and whined alot. He was a heavy drinker and I found out later a meth snorter. Yep, he wasn't any better than some of the guys and gals we busted. Now, don't get me wrong, he started out great guns and talked a good story. Acccording to him, his dad had been a Fort Worth officer and was wounded in the line of duty. So, Cry Baby was accepted as a cadet when he turned 21.

He didn't make it to graduation because he and another recruit had gotten drunk. They were shooting out street lights and were arrested. He'd worked mostly as a longhaul truck driver since, but had gotten too many speeding tickets. So, for the past 3 years he' worked as a street maintenance worker for a small town just East of Idiot City. I liked Cry Baby but never trusted him. That's not good when your working undercover. He was way too scared and more than once backed out of deals. I guess the only reason we used him was the fact we didn't have anyone else. So, things bounced along.

When the operation first began I took Cry Baby to the D.P.S. drivers license office. We both were issued alias driver's license complete with our pictures and fake addresses. I had grown a full beard and looked the part of an outlaw biker. Cry Baby just looked like a druggie down on his luck. We started small with just a couple of informants who were working off minor drug charges. The operation grew quickly and within a couple of months we had more than we could handle. Yep, without every leaving the Idiot City we had dealers waiting in line. I had bought my oldest daughter a V.W. bug convertible. It had been one of my restoration projects, I'd spent 2 years and several hundred dollars fixing it up. So, instead of giving it to her I used it to buy dope in. What a deal !

Lt Crap Pants was the only officer I had any contact with. I wasn't allowed to go to the station and he'd meet with us at a restaurant outside the city. Cry Baby acted alot different around the Lt, than did around me. I'd just listen to Cry Baby and tell him what a good job he was doing. The whole time I knew he wasn't worth spit as far as a cop went. Anyway, we had one informant that was an x-con and a real go getter. Yep, I paid him $ 25 for every dope dealer he introduced to us. Then he'd get an addtional $25 for every buy we made from that dealer. We would get 3 or 4 buys from each one to prove they were actually dealers. Yep, they couldn't claim later that they were set up or that it was just a one time thing. Now, I know what your thinking. How could I trust that x-con, not to set folks up ? Well, once he made the introductions, he was banned from having any futher contact with the dealers. Yep, if he even tried to call them I'd withhold his snitch fees. It kept him honest and satisfied me that no innocent folks were being entrapped.

The operation was coming to a close for several reasons. One, was the fact we had over 33 felony warrants just waiting to be served. Two, we'd pushed our luck a little too far. Remember, when I was doing all those extraditions for the Sheriff's department ? Yep, one of the dealers recognized me. Just fortuneately for me, he couldn't place where he knew me from. So, we had him arrested by the Sheriff's offfice for a parole violation out of Arkansas. Then waited for our operation to end before having him extradited back to Texas for felony drug dealing. Of course there were phones in the Arkansas jails, so it was getting a little hetic for me. Plus, ole Cry Baby had turned into a primadonna. Yep, he got where he just refused to do deals. He'd find excuses to back out of working. So, Lt crap wanted to wrap things up. We needed a one more buy from one of the dealers that Cry Baby had dealt with. Cry Baby swore the dealer had pulled a gun on him the last time and accused Baby of being a NARC. Now, if this had been just a regular dope dealer, we'd just filled the two cases we already had. Hell, he was on parole and would of been a three time loser. Yep, he'd be jail for at least 30 years. But, Lt Crap Pants held a grudge from years back. The x-con had shot a Fort Officer years ago and was a suspect for another cop shooting. Yep, the Lt wanted him dead. So, ole Barney was picked to do the final deal.

Let's break, Snazzy1.

 

Ok Snazzy, have my coffee in hand and waiting on the next program..............seems its getting close to things all coming unraveled....

 

Yep, Tude unraveled is a good way to put it, now on with Life Goes On.

The Dealer's street name was Killer and I'm sure he had earned it. Even our informant was afraid of him. The Lt, myself, and our informant met at the restaurant. Of course Cry Baby didn't show up. I really didn't expect him to, he'd gotten so undependable that I referred to him as Officer No Show. We ordered off the menu and I sat eatting what I thought was my last meal. The chickenfried steak and fries were excellent and I washed it down with sweet icetea. I avoided drinking any coffee because I was already jittery. The informant came back from the payphone and was to nervous to sit down. He explained that Killer had answered his phone but wasn't going to have any crank untill sometime later. The informant had left my pager number and Killer was to call it when the deal was ready. The code that Killer was to dial in was # 666-666. The informant had lied to Killer and claimed that he had to leave and pickup some weed in Dallas. So, Killer was to call the pager and a biker would be over to complete the deal. According to the informant ole Killer sounded strung out on Meth and had threatend to kill him. Something about a bunch of Narc's had been coming over and trying to bust him.

Killer's last words over the phone were, " If this goes bad, that cop will be the first to go and you'll be second ! "

I'd heard enough, " Look Lt, I don't like this at all ! Can't we just arrest him for the cases we already have ? I mean if he's packing heat and strung out on meth, it's just a shooting waiting to happen ! I don't blame Officer No Show for backing out. This is crazy and someone is going to end up dead !"

Lt Crap Pants wiped his mouth with his napkin, " So ! You want to just close up shop ? We got a cop killer loose on our streets, so you and No Show want to just forget about him. Ya'll havent any thought about the next cop he shoots ! How about that ? Hell, if I could take your place I would. I'm not scared of that piece of crap ! Just do the deal and if you even see a gun, blow his brains out ! You'll be justified ! He's on parole for shooting a cop !
We know he's good for another cop shooting ! Now, I can't make you do this but if you got an ounce of balls you will ! "

The Informant interrupted, " Well, I've done my part. So, Barney you think I can get my $ 25 now. I mean if something happens, I'll be cut short. "

I handed the Informant his $ 25 snitch fee and reluctantly agreed to do the deal. My heart wasn't really in this. Well, it was too. It was pounding and screaming for me to run away. I went home to an empity house. It was a Sunday and my wife along with her cheerleaders were out of town. They were in some sort of competion.

Let's break here, Snazzy1.

 

Well, I just landed at a terminal after being on the road for 10 days without internet.
I see the saga is continuing and I got all caught up on reading it.
When are you going into trucking? I can't wait!

 

Just read pages 1 thru 18, I'll pick up the rest tommorow. :smt023

 

Welcome back Nyegere the trucking stories are around the corner, As Life Goes On.

I sat on my balcony in awe as the Sunset over the lake view. It was a very beautiful sight. The sun was a deep orange, her rays danced and glistend across the water's edge. I had my guns spread out ontop of the round glass-topped table. You know, the one that always has one leg shorter than the other three. No matter how many empity cigarette packs you stuff under one leg, the others wobble. That one. Anyway, I finished cleaning my arsonal and was deciding which ones would be used. The snub nosed .38 was stuffed back in my left boot. I had easy access to it from a seated posistion with my right hand. The .25 semi auto was placed in my right back jean's pocket. I could pull it it out from a standing posistion. My secret weapon was toy actually. I'd bought it at a garage sale and it really worked. You remember the old t.v. show Maverick ? Yep, this toy set came with a small black jacket, some poker chips, playing cards, and a small toy gun that was spring loaded. It had a wrist band that you fastend around your arm, close to your wrist. Anyway, the way it worked was simple. You only had to slap the inside of your wrist and the toy gun sprung into your hand. I had tested this a hundred times before spending $ 100 for a real gun. Yep, a small 5 shot derringer, that fired real .22 caliber rounds. It was double actioned and on a hair trigger. Yep, just slap, grasp, and rock and roll.

My phone rang for the tenth time in last five hours. It was Lt Crap Pants again. He got same answer from me, nope ain't heard a thing, I'll call you when I do. I slipped on my blue jean jacket and retested my secret weapon. I then went down into the basement and fired up my home built chooper. I racked the pipes a few times which set off my neighbor's car alarm. So, I zoomed off into the night with no place to go. I found myself sitting in the city park a few feet from the payphones. It was almost midnight and I was thinking about calling the Lt, it'd been over eight hours without one beep from my pager. Just as I was walking towards phones. Beep, beep, 666-666. Crap ! I called the Lt and he decided to meet me where I was at. He pulled up about 15 minutes later and I was surprised to see Officer Cry Baby with him.

The Lt didn't waste anytime, " If you got your buy money, we're ready to go when you are !

I protested, " Let's wait a little while ! If I show up too quick, he'll think that I've been waiting for his signal. Let's, let him think that I'm not too anxious. You know, let him wait awhile. We're on doper's time and we know that means. Let the sucker wait and don't ever get in a hurry ! "

Officer Cry Baby whined in, " Man, it's getting late and I've got to be up early. I'm going to have to look for a job. You guys are lucky and have jobs. Man, I've been out here killing myself and don't even have a job. When this deal is over...

Lt Crap, " Now I told you Baby ! I'll talk to the Chief and he'll probably offer you a fulltime posistion. You've done a good job and he knows it. Let's just get this last deal done and wrap things up ! "

I could be heard throwing up in the background. Good job my butt. Whiney puke, butt licking, worthless, spineless, lazy, unreliable, no showing, gutless, whimp, sorry excuse of a human being. Yeah, good job ! I felt like capping the both of them. But, I held my temper.

We waited about another half hour before heading out. I wasn't wired for sound on this deal. My only hope for backup was when they heard shots being fired or saw my dead body being dragged away. I tried not to think of the, what if's. I wanted to be focused on the, what now's. The chill of the night air felt good as I cruised down the lake road. The bright full moon lit up the night and sparkled off the water. The blacktop two lane turned to white gravel as I approached Killer's trailer. There wasn't another structure within a half mile. My heart began to race as I swung in and kicked my stand down. My bike leaned a little to her left as I sat ever watchful for any movement. It was real quiet as I waited. The moon and stars provided ample lighting but there just wasn't much to see. An old trailer that was past it years and an old wooden garage, which was charcoal black from flames long ago. I didn't want to approach the trailer. If Killer was in there he knew I had arrived. Those loud pipes and my headlight, were more than enough notice. I swung my right leg from over the seat and stood up. I still saw no signs of life.

At a distance I could hear loud voices, followed by laughing. Then I heard her voice. It was unmistakable ! Dispatcher Pigface, dispatching police calls. What the hell ? Yep, ole Lt Crap Pants and Officer Cry Baby must of been parked not more than 100 yards from me. Their police radio and loud yapping cut thru the night air like shock waves. Now, of course ole Killer decides to come walking up. Geez ! So, I jump on my bike and kicked the starter. The varoom, varoom, varoom, from the pipes racked out. Yep, a low flying B-52 couldn't of been heard over that sound. Ole Killer stopped in his tracks and stared at me. I racked off a couple of more times before letting her idle.

I yelled out, " Hey there ! I didn't think you heard me pull in. I got a little turned around on my way over. I guess you know why I'm here ? "

Killer kept his eyes glued on me. I noticed he stood a mere 5' 6 ", was at least 50 years old, weighed about 130 lbs, he was wearing a filty pair of overalls and a grease stained ballcap. He was skitzing and high as a kite. His eyes began darting around and his jaws twitched. I then noticed his right hand was clutching a .45 caliber Army Colt.

He kept his gun to his side, " So, your here for Mark ? You know, he's not a friend of mine. I think he's a trying to set me up ! Your probably a snitch too or a soon to be dead cop ! I don't deal no dope ! You need to get scooting on that scooter before I change my mind ! "

I stood my ground, " Look, you don't know me ! Now, if I was cop would I be fool enough to use Mark ? Your right and I don't trust that crap head either. He's so flakely, I can't see any pigs using him. But, that's okay, I'll just tell my brothers you think we're all cops. You probably know them !

Killer's eyes lit up as his gun raised, " Your telling me, you ride with them ? Your a Brother ? Man, I heard the Feds busted all of ya'll a while back. Matter of fact it wasn't a mile away from where your standing. If your a brother prove it ! "

I answered with a slap, grasp, " You want me to prove what ? "

Killer stared down the barrel of my.22 for a second and then began laughing, " Yep, your a Brother alright ! Let's go in the house, I got something to show you ! "

We both lowered our guns and walked side by side to his trailer. I hesitated going in, " Man, I hate to do this. I got some Brothers waiting on me. You think I can take a rain check ? I need get moving and really need to get what I came for ! "

Killer reached in overalls and handed me the plastic wrapped powder, " Sure ! Go ahead and I'll take $ 200 off the price ! I got a cook going on now and by Saturday I'll have all you want ! Man, just take a peep ! "

I leaned inside the door. My eyes saw what my nose had already told me. Yep, a fully working meth lab right in ole Killers living room. I peeled off the marked bills and handed them to Killer. He didn't even count it and gave me his home phone number. His reminded me to call him Saturday and we'd do some more business. I stuffed the drugs in my saddle bags and rode off.

I got to speeds over 100 mpg and didn't stop untill I got home. My wife was just pulling in the drive as I cut her off and removed the dope. She sat stunned as I handed it over.

" Here, take this ! The Lt will be here looking for me. Just hand him that and tell him I left ! No ! Tell him to stick that where the sun doesn't shine ! " With that said I zoomed away. Mad as hell and wondering why I bothered !

That's it for tonight, goodnight and pleasant dreams. Your Snazzy1.

 

OK, all caught up now. Waiting on the next chapter. :smt023