Gangbuster by Peter Bleksley

Author:Peter Bleksley [Peter Bleksley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781857829785
Publisher: John Blake Publishing
Published: 2012-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

From my many years involvement in drug investigation, I suppose Mr Gottlieb might have a point. But I guess he’s never had to deal with the greedy scum who trade in coke and other drugs and play Russian roulette with people’s lives in the process. Or perhaps he’s never seen some broken and paranoid coke user who has lost everything through addiction. I have, and all I wanted to do was bust the bastards who made it possible.

To that end, I became the main lecturer in drug detection and usage in the Eighties and Nineties as well as going out on hundreds of undercover busts myself. But what I realised very quickly at the drug seminars was that it was a virtually pointless exercise because I wasn’t allowed any real drugs in my tuition programme. I needed the drugs to be able to educate the police students fully, to show them exactly what to do. So I went to the police laboratory and asked them kindly to supply me with a quantity of the various drugs I needed on the training courses – for example, two grammes of cocaine, a gramme of heroin, five grammes of cannabis (resin, herbal or both), an Ecstasy tablet, an LSD tab, and so on and so forth. But such was the bureaucracy of the laboratory and their failure to grasp the fact that they weren’t going to get it all back neatly packaged, led them to pull the shutters down and say they wouldn’t supply me. They still had this air of suspicion about covert operations. ‘Oh, those two bags of cocaine will be £120 in their pockets or they’ll be out of their brains by Tuesday.’ That’s what they seemed to be implying.

Where did that leave me? I had my own credibility to think of. I couldn’t stand up in front of a class of trainee drugs investigators and give what was basically a fucking useless lecture with no practicalities – that was pointless. So what did I do? I ‘acquired’ my drugs – nicked, borrowed, whatever was necessary. I didn’t give a shit. If some of my mates had pulled off a job involving cannabis and there was an eighth or a sixteenth of a gramme of puff lying about, or a bit of coke that could be unaccounted for and would be invaluable for my training purposes, then it would mysteriously disappear. No paperwork, no hassle, just a nod and a wink and I had the material I needed for the lecture room.

I often wondered what would have happened if I’d been searched walking out of the nick with a pocketful of stolen drugs.

‘Training purposes? Tell that to the beak.’

I had to get the drugs through my own resourcefulness because the system forced me to. We weren’t about to go partying on it. It was all for legitimate purposes. But I had a wry smile when I drove through the gates of Hendon to lecture undercovers about illegal drugs when I had a pocketful of drugs myself, obtained illegally.

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