WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! – READ THIS BEFORE FOLLOWING THE REST OF THE CHAPTER. I SHANT BE HELD RESPONCIBLE IF YOU DO NOT AND YELL AT ME BECAUSE OF IT! -- I do not condone the use of drugs or alcohol. However, people chose to become high and chose to drink till they are over the state legal limit. This is just a story, drug use has already been established in the series, so, please do not yell at me.
a/n – okay, there will be a bit of a history lesson. I hope we can all enjoy it.
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Parallel Parking
Part 3
The official toxicity limit for humans is between one and one and half grams of cocaine depending on body weight. I was averaging five grams a day, maybe more. I snorted ten grams in ten minutes once. I guess I had a high tolerance. – George Jung from "Blow" (2001) – played by Johnny Depp (Of course).
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Cocaine hadn't always been illegal. In fact, there was a time when it was widely used, mostly chewed. The reformed sort didn't come to pass till Frederick Gaedcke was able to isolate the substance in 1855. Cocaine had first and foremost been used by the locals of South America, they used it for everything. They became addicted, but didn't know it.
When the Spaniards conquered South America, they didn't believe what the inhabitants told them, till they tried it for themselves. Afterwards, well, it all went down hill. The Spaniards would be the first drug dealers to the rest of the world; most of the money went to support the Roman Catholic Church, in fact. Hell, 1885 in America saw cocaine in effing cigarettes. No doubt, from the beginning, it was a good business.
Dennis wondered what would bring a man so low. Even with the huge house, the fact that he actually did pay TAXES and was basically a good American (or would that be Columbian) citizen, Alberto Clemente was one hell of a rich man. He was also bold and arrogant.
His house must have boasted a hundred bedrooms, three huge pools, a Jacuzzi no matter where you look, and a private golf course. Eighteen holes. The man in question met the two officers on the front porch. He bought them over to a table that had been set with iced tea and Alberto's favorite chocolate cookies.
"Addison called me, you should know," Alberto said.
"I expected it of him," Dennis replied.
"Good, you don't beat 'round the bush, do you?" Alberto laughed.
"No, it waists my time," Dennis replied. Alberto motioned him and Doug to take a seat.
"Now, I know a lot of things, I know about the two of you…and your friend. Thomas Hanson…I haven't dealt with him, but he is quite a looker, don't you think?" Alberto asked. He handed Dennis a picture of Tom. The man looked to be undercover, Dennis couldn't tell where or when, but Tom did have a certain sex appeal.
"Yeah," Dennis agreed.
"Now, I am prepared to help you, but…I need fifty thousand for it," Alberto replied.
"Fifty-thousand?" Doug asked.
"I know the man who took your evidence. In fact, he was paid by someone I know. You get me fifty thousand, I can get you the evidence to get your man out of jail, plus some," Alberto replied.
"You're being rather cooperative, why do I get the feeling that you're gonna fuck us the moment out backs are turned?" Dennis asked.
"Ah, good question you ask. I be the same, I tell you why. I did not have any dealing with your Thomas Hanson, but, my younger brother Damien did. Tom saved my brother from OD'ing. He took my brother to the hospital and contacted our Mother. He saved my family from a depression that would have torn us apart," Alberto explained.
"Wow, that's such a coincidence," Doug said.
"Ah, like I say, you get me the money, I get you enough to find the true murderer and get Tom out of jail, good right?"
"Yeah, can we get back to you on the money? We kinda have to run this past our boss," Dennis said.
"Take what time you need," Alberto smiled.
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"What are we going to do now?" Doug asked.
"We're going to get the money," Dennis replied.
"What? And how exactly do you propose we do that?" Doug asked.
"I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure Tom has some contacts we could use to get the fifty grand," Dennis said.
"Tom has contacts? What sort?"
"Who cares, I need to see if Tom has a black book or something," Dennis said.
"Well, I suppose its to Debra's then," Doug shook his head.
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"Tommy didn't do anything too bad, I mean, he was just friends with the boy," Debra said as she went through some drawers.
"Who? It's not Buckins, is it?" Doug asked.
"No, no, some other boy….ah, here it is…Bassam Ali. He's Iranian, Tom did tell me he was into drugs, he didn't specify which, but Bassam took care of Tommy in school. Tommy tried to fight off the bigger kids, but, let's face it. A gun in your face is a better deterrent than a fist," Debra sighed.
"Tommy…our Tommy hung out with a druggie?" Doug asked, surprised at this new development.
"Tommy never did drugs, it all started during a school shoot out between Bassam and another kid over territory, anyway, Tommy got in the middle of it. Tommy took a bullet for Bassam. After that, Bassam was always there for Tommy. Took care of him, Bassam never mixed Tommy up in his business. But sometimes, it happened. Tommy was kidnapped once because Bassam didn't pay up when he said he would," Debra said.
"Wow, Tommy sure does get into trouble," Dennis whistled.
"Yeah, but he was fine," Debra shrugged.
"Do you have a number or something?" Dennis asked.
"Only this, I don't know if it'll help but you might get some place with it," Debra handed Dennis the number. He stuck it in his pocket.
"Thanks," Dennis replied.
"Whatever we can do, I have a lawyer now, I hope he can do something," Debra sighed.
"I hope so too because no the evidence is inadmissible," Doug said.
"Only if they were stilling doing a trial," Dennis replied.
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"Hello?"
"Ah, hi, I need to talk to a Bassam Ali," Dennis said.
"Who is this?"
"I'm a friend of Tommy's, I'm Dennis,"
"You're a cop? Yes?"
"Yes, I', trying to get Tommy out of jail,"
"Tommy who?"
"Tommy Hanson? He was a pal of Bassam's during high school," Dennis replied getting slightly annoyed.
"Ah, yes. Give me your number, I tell Bassam,"
Dennis gave his personal number and work number.
"He get back to you some time," was the reply before the phone hung up.
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Talking cocaine and how to move the substance happens to be a big part of the game. Bassam knew this; Bassam also knew that if anyone fucked you, well, you had to fuck them back. He'd been there once or twice, he'd been fucked and he fucked back just as hard.
"Look here, you ass hole, no one fucks with Bassam, you savvy?" Bassam had the business end of his gun to the temple of the man he was doing business with.
"I didn't know we'd be busted…" the man whimpered. Bassam took a moment before laughing his head off.
Then he pulled the trigger.
He didn't blink as the body before him went "THUNK" when it hit the ground. \\
Bassam Ali had once told a friend of his never to take a chance you weren't willing to get busted for. If you felt it was the thing to do, do it and don't get pissy afterwards. Only ass holes with no brains complained about going to jail when they deserved it. If you were going to make, take a chance and ride it out, sooner or later, life will be good.
Bassam lit up, that was when he got the message.
Tommy in jail.
Dennis - #545-6798 work # 237-2334
Frowning, Bassam went to make a phone call.
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"You went to see a major drug dealer…without telling me first?" Fuller asked, surprised by the admittance from his officers.
"It's easier to ask forgiveness than permission," Dennis replied.
"It's better to make sure what your doing doesn't get you suspended," Fuller replied.
"Look, Alberto wants fifty grand. He say's he can get the evidence we need," Doug said.
"So? Where are you two going to get fifty grand?" Fuller asked.
"Bassam Ali," Doug replied.
"Have you told Tom any of this,"
"No way! We may take chances but we ain't about to get him mixed up in it," Dennis said.
"So, he doesn't know anything?" Fuller asked, just to make sure.
"Not a thing," Doug replied.
"Good,"
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A/N – Yes, once again inspired by "Blow". It's not one of my favorite movie, but they do have some amusing scenes. By the way. I've upped this just for the language.
