The Prince's Narc

Chapter 3

The station was quiet, despite having several dozen people milling about talking about their recent cases. Narcotics had wrapped up one case just to have another one fall into their lap. Unfortunately, the number one name in this case was the Baymont Kings.

Baymont wasn't a big city. Situated on Lake Duncan, it was the largest city in Exeter County. The city's biggest source of income was imports from Canada shipped on cargo ships. The second largest source was its two colleges; Baymont Community College and Wrightman University. Because both brought in nearly fifty thousand students a year, there had to be some places for them to let off some steam.

Carnival Street was just the place. It was where all the clubs, bars, and coffee shops were. It was within walking distance from the university and a mile and a half from the community college. Every weekend it was packd to the brim with students and adults just trying to let loose after a long week. It was also a prime place to deal drugs.

Narcotics had set up stings all over the street. Up until this point, they hadn't found too much to go on. Mainly marijuana and a few pipes, but nothing had stuck. The people who had been popped with their paraphernalia were just buyers. They'd tried to help with how the drops operated, but most did the same things. They put their money in a box at a specific location then waited several hours for their fix. No money changed hands per se.

Jud had watched several of the clubs where his reports had stated drugs were being sold. He had always been a paying customer, but most knew who he was anyway. He'd arrested several club members before so those knew what he was coming for. They were all too happy to tell him what they knew. Most of the time it wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. It had given Jud time to start putting the border pieces of the puzzle together.

His heart had twisted when one of his informants turned out to be a member of the Baymont Kings. He hadn't gotten too much from him, but it was enough to know he had to talk to Luke. He hadn't put any of that in his reports because he didn't want Luke's name out and about, but he knew things would get worse if he didn't.

It didn't matter anyway. One of his fellow narc members had already sniffed out the Kings as the source of drugs flowing out into the college community. She had put in her reports over the last week and a half about the Baymont Kings and her theories on what they were doing. She didn't have the inside people like Jud did, but she was respected among them. No one would second guess her.

As more information rolled in, the higher ups wanted a raid planned. A week's worth of reconnaissance had brought them a target. The Mixer was Amos Meyers' largest club. It was a gentleman's club where several of the city's well-known businessmen and politcians went to conduct business. It had been one of the hardest clubs to gain access to. If an invitation hadn't been offered, there was no way to get in.

Somehow, one of Jud's team members had gotten access. Myka Jordan had come in late Friday afternoon witht the gold embossed cardstock invitation. She had slapped it on the deputy chief's desk before she'd left for her two days off. More information had been collected until she returned. Without her, they would lose their way in.

Jud had to cover severnal overnight shifts this week. Overnight shifts were easy because all he really had to do was make sure there was a ranking officer in the building. It also gave him time to go through all of the information and hopefully plan something that will get them closer to finding out what was actually going on.

He ran into Myka as he stepped off the elevator. She was beaming a bit. She was used to being on the back burner as others of their team made discoveries that it made her happy to be of some use. She was very intelligent and could hold her own, but her persuasion skills weren't as clean as some of the other women in their department.