The Prince's Narc

Chapter 8

Myka was a terror while Jud sat at his desk. He was finally on his original schedule of working day shift, but they were working on the Baymont/ South Bay case. Things weren't adding up if it was looked at straight on, but add Amos's information and it suddenly made sense. There was still a piece missing, so they were waiting for that to come in before they did anything else.

His team had been grateful for his return. Myka had driven them nuts about keeping on target with their investigation. She wanted to get things done so they could finally put a stop to the cocaine being pushed through their city. Another college student had been taken to the hospital for a drug overdose. His parents had been called, and police were waiting on them to fly in.

Students had been questioned. They'd been at Whiskey Roberts, one of Amos Meyers' clubs. They had been celebrating the hospitalized student's birthday when someone had approached them. It had been a man with graying brown hair and deep blue eyes. The girls in the group had called him tall, dark, and handsome. He had asked them if they wanted to have some more fun without too many consequences. They'd agreed and had followed him out on the dance floor.

No one had noticed that the student had been drugged until he had collapsed on the floor foaming at the mouth. His skin had turned bluish grey as his body had spasmed on uncontrollably. His friends had enough knowledge to turn him onto his side to keep him from drowning on his own vomit until help arrived. He was in the ICU at the university hospital, the same university he attended.

Police had recovered all the glasses from which the students had been drinking. The lab was still working on all the details so they were still waiting on the results. The students had all walked through the police station, their moods downcast at the thought of something happening to their friend.

Amos had called after the students had left. His bartender had seen the entire situation and would come to the station to give his testimony. Whiskey Roberts would be shut down until the investigation was over, and Amos had promised not to allow students in his other club for the time being. It was starting to look as if he was being targeted by the South Bay Saints, and he wanted it to be over.

He hadn't said anything, but Jud could sense he wanted to ask the officer to help him again. Jud couldn't just help him; it would be a conflict of interest since he was seeing his son. He had to see the entire case through. If the South Bay Saints got a drug pipeline established in Baymont, they would have the capabilities to push straight through to the next county.

Up until recently, Baymont had been pretty much drug free. No one had produced it in the city, and those who distributed it had primarily stayed on the city limits. If there was a distributor in the city, there would be more overdoses like that student. Jud couldn't let that happen.

Jud's team stood over a map splayed out over the table in the break room. Gibson Clark - or Gibby- had spent the four nights Jud had been covering for Alexander compiling the map. In red, he had labeled the clubs that had been targeted. Whiskey Roberts and The Mixer were the main two, but Bennett's and Hamilton had also been noted. In blue, he'd labeled the two hotels and four restaurants owned by the Kings. In green were the places drugs had been found; Whiskey Roberts was the newest one as well as The Highland Hotel.

It was the purple markings that had everyone's attention. Those markings were where Saints members had been seen on the premises. Bennett's, Whiskey, The Highland Hotel, Mam's Pizzeria, and The Mixer. The most disconcerting one was the university. It could mean one of two things. Either someone was peddling on campus, or the Saints were recruiting. Sometimes initiation rites were performed on campus, almost like they were joining a fraternity.

Iain MacGregor had talked to some of the regulars at The Mixer after it had been raided. Most of them were over the age of forty, but there were a few younger people who sometimes came through. The regulars knew who was new and who popped in every so often. Iain had shown several pictures of people whom they didn't know. They hadn't seen any of the people at first, but when he'd shown the last three, he'd gotten a hit.