Undercover narcotics operations have elements of intrigue, danger and excitement, to mention only a few dimensions. I was one who grew the long hair and beard. Our undercover project was aimed at purchasing large amounts of drugs along with explosives and automatic weapons. We referred to working narcotics as going under. (Some agencies consider the term “going under” to mean a officer is entering drug or alcohol treatment.) The Box series will cover some of the stories I experienced while working under.
So What Does a Box have to do with the topic?
Life can bring us to new places of experience. One can react by reaching out to fully experience the moment (thinking outside the box) or think safety is the order of the day. (thinking inside the box) Human nature seems to drive in the direction of comfortable decisions that won’t upset life style. Administrative persons have a tendency to be conservative in action. They become serious inside the box thinkers. This stifles imagination and generally can have a negative effect where growth or creativeness would drive better results. Box thinkers want to know what today brings and project out worrying about tomorrow. Will tomorrow bring negative results if I utilize or allow creative imagination and natural instinct. This takes on the image of micro management. Net result is generally ineffective results.
The Box #1
Operations
I was having a successful career as a detective in a county agency. One day I was asked by the Chief if I’d consider going undercover. The department I worked for had not run special operations for some time and decisions had been made to start a new undercover effort.
A major personal concern for going undercover was the question: Could I fit into a world where dealers and bad players might insist on my participating in the use of drugs to prove myself trustworthy? Another issue was the fact I didn’t drink alcohol and I wasn’t prone towards the use of profanity. In the preface I mentioned how God has our back if we are trying to follow Him. Obviously prayer preceded my decision to go undercover. Was this part of God’s plan and if so how was I ever to fit in so success would come? Next was the fact that if success came then God needed to get the glory not me. Some think that doing what God wants leads to mission trips to Africa where living in a mud hut becomes the calling. God thinks outside the box and He uses ordinary people to do rather unusual things. This was definitely one of those times.
Ephesians reads: We are God’s workmanship created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which He prepared in advance for us to do. If this verse is correct then where God calls He oversees. Results can be placed in trusting Him if we stay in His Calling.
I decided to take a leap of faith and jump into the operation.
In law enforcement ‘Outside the box’ thinking seemed to keep me in poor standing with those administrators who wanted to remain low key and successful only on a bare minimum scale. They sought to get the job done as long as it didn’t cross any line of risk. Creative action however has no boundary. (Or so I thought.)
I followed the rule of law to a “T” however, if instructed to bring resolve with success I rarely listened to the rules set forth by my immediate superiors. Thus was the setting for tonight’s operation.
My immediate superior and I had grown beards and long hair. Our project was to go undercover and work to purchase automatic weapons, stolen property, explosives and narcotics. We had worked for months setting up a store front. A military surplus store would give us the cover for meeting people who might introduce us into the multi-layers of criminal dark societies that exist in all communities. (Even yours.)
My supervisor (Box thinker) had laid out his rules for action and they didn’t make sense. In my opinion the rules were so restrictive they choked the opportunity for success.
Rules:
- No actions taken outside of cover. (Someone was to have eyes on the deal for protection purposes.)
- Money doesn’t walk. (Cash is not to leave our sight without the drugs or property in hand.)
- Remain in our area of operation. (Don’t cross jurisdictional lines regardless of “The Deal.”)
Not sure if I mentioned the idea of thinking outside the box however these rules are like thinking inside a one pint Ziploc bag. Yeah….good luck on success!!!!!
The undercover car I drove was a nice Lincoln. It had been a seizure car from a distant past event. Tonight I had been introduced to a person I’ll call Hollywood. How I came to know Hollywood is a subject for another future story. Hollywood had no idea about the store however he did know my undercover status. I had to trust my life to his willingness to remain quiet. This was somewhat disconcerting to me but in order to make initial penetration into the dark side he was necessary!
Without cover (secretly) Hollywood and I took a ride. I figured reconnaissance would be the terminology to cover my action in the event I accidentally made a drug deal. No one knew what we were up to. I was going way outside the box. Rule #1 was about to get violated!
Hollywood utters a great idea: “Let’s go to the bowling alley.”
Sure. Why not. What can happen at a bowling alley? As we pulled up front a guy was walking toward the entrance. Hollywood called him over to the Lincoln. Come to find out this character liked to sell cocaine and knew Hollywood as a regular customer. Problem is he was introducing me, his new friend, into the situation. Not a good move even when your back is covered. Generally a dealer should hear that there is this guy who wants to find a connection. If the dealer agrees then you go to step 2. A really bad idea when you are rogue (as we were) and we were already outside rule #1. For the sake of this story we will call this drug dealer character Shakey.
Shakey got into the car and looked me over. Hollywood indicated we were wanting to party and to do so there was a need for at least an 8 ball. (This equates to 1/8th ounce by weight) Shakey replied that he’d need to travel for it and he wanted $320.00 up front. As I gave him the money I realized that rule #2 was tragically being broken. Arrangements were made to meet at a given time at a given location. The location was remote and poorly lit. The meet was after dark and I knew the deal was going to be just me and Shakey. I was going to park Hollywood in a motel room for the night, make the deal, let Shakey leave without arrest and log the evidence with a report into the safe. This evidence and report sequence was to be the action we’d take over the next year on all deals. The undercover project was to culminate in a year with numerous arrests using multiple agencies. I didn’t know it at the time but by the end of this program ATF, DEA and other State and local agencies would be involved.
A few hours later I drove alone to the pre-arranged meeting point with Shakey. I had a feeling of foreboding. No one knew where I was or what was happening. I might have freelanced a bit too far outside the box. There was a better than average chance that Shakey might have kept the money and ran off. This kind of failure undoubtedly would result in reprimands. To what extent would remain to be seen.
Pulling up I stopped across the street and sure enough Shakey was standing semi secluded on the other side. I had put my handgun (9mm) under the seat of the Lincoln during the course of the day. To extract and pack it now would be observed and so I made a snap decision to leave it. After parking, and unarmed, I crossed the street to meet with Shakey. He had a slight smirk with his left hand behind his back. All my instincts were on red alert as I knew there was no turning back. When I came to his location he reached out his right hand and placed it firmly on my left shoulder. We were squarely facing each other now and his smirk shifted to a serious frown. My attire was light clothing with a thin jacket. Shakey brought his left hand around and in his grip was a large kitchen butcher knife. He held the knife in a plunge position and snarled that he knew I was a cop. I’ve never known fear at this level. My throat felt as though it had turned to ice and I knew my next seconds would determine the outcome. I wondered what my wife would think when they found my body. How long until they found me, the guy operating outside the box without cover? The only thing I had going for me was my size. Should I swing? He was smaller than me and I was likely in better shape. The knife however leveled the playing field!
I have no idea where what happened next came from. In a calm yet stern voice I told Shakey that he’d better make sure of the strike because I’d still have the strength to take the knife away from him. In very descriptive words I explained where the knife would be inserted and how it was going to feel to have it there after I took it from him. Glare was met by glare and in the next instant Shakey moved his left hand to his belt and stuck the knife out of sight. With a smirking smile he said that he had just tested me and he was sure I wasn’t the law because I didn’t act like the law. We walked back over to my car like old buddies and he climbed in the passenger seat. Producing a bag of cocaine he asked for a pinch. (Some dealers liked to get a gift for their actions. The gift can be money or a pinch of the drug or both.) Cops will not likely allow a pinch. This one did. As Shakey exited the Lincoln he said to get hold of him any time I needed and I’d be considered a friend. With that offer he gave me his pager number. Little did Shakey know that I would need his friendship in just a few hours. You see I had another deal floating with considerable cash walking with another guy. Lots of cash in violation of rule #2 and #3. These deals had taken me way outside the box!
I know that divine intervention played a major role in this contact. Little did I know that it was setting up the future of my success in penetrating the dark side.
Coming Soon Box 2