Under and Alone by William Queen

Author:William Queen [Queen, William]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: True Crime, General
ISBN: 9780345487520
Google: zfqvVuqSm-gC
Amazon: 0345487524
Publisher: Fawcett
Published: 2005-04-04T16:00:00+00:00

10

Becoming a full patch was like breaking out of a dark corridor into a field of sunlight. So many things were possible now. I would still have to answer to Domingo, my chapter president, and to all the national officers, but my peer status in the gang opened investigative directions and opportunities we’d never thought possible.

For months Rocky had been telling me about a machine gun that he had at his place. I really wanted to buy that gun from him. Since he was the chapter’s sergeant at arms, Rocky had a lot of guns at his disposal, some his own, some the property of the chapter. I’d seen him with a variety of semiautomatics and revolvers, as well as a sawed-off shotgun, an assault rifle, and a machine gun. While I was a prospect and under such heavy scrutiny, I wouldn’t have dared offer to buy those guns. Even a dim bulb like Rocky would have seen that as a red flag. But now that I was a patched member of the club, I felt I could pull it off.

Rocky had been out of work for a while, and most of the money he made selling drugs went to fueling his (and his wife, Vicky’s) drug habit. He and I were riding in my wired Mustang when he brought up the subject of selling off a few of his guns.

I told Rocky that I wanted the sawed-off shotgun for myself and that I had a friend named Bob who would probably buy everything else. Bob was actually a confidential informant for ATF. As with a lot of CIs, there were times when I think he wasn’t sure whose side he wanted to be on. But he had made a couple of other good cases for ATF, and I felt he could help me out.

We had the cash from ATF. I was going to meet Rocky, go by his dad’s house, pick up the guns, and meet Bob and another CI named Sergio in the parking lot of Coco’s restaurant.

At six that evening I rolled by Rocky’s place. His kids were playing out front in the fenced yard, which also contained one of the biggest pit bulls I had ever seen. It had taken me months to make friends with that dog just to feel comfortable entering Rocky’s yard. But I never did feel comfortable about seeing Little Rocky, who was only three years old, playing alone with the dog. As a father of two young boys, I found that scary as hell. I could picture the pit locking those powerful jaws onto the little kid’s neck.

I walked past the dog, the kids, a busted-up motorcycle, and all the assorted junk. Vicky answered my knock, telling me to come in. Rocky was getting ready. I was carrying a digital wire that evening to get the deal on tape. The wire was concealed in my leather jacket, and I knew better than to take it off. I had carried a miniature tape recorder in my jacket to Rocky’s place once before.

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