By the Pale Moonlight

Chapter 2

 

 

Chapter 2

 

‘Steve’ or rather Daemon Belford sat back in the seat.  He laid his head back on the headrest and took a deep breath.

Damn!  I was so close.  So close!  How could I not see that Amelia was a plant.  She found out that I was giving the information I got from Al Khalid to MI 5.  I shut her up, though, before she could give me away.  At least I hope it was in time.  I couldn’t be sure and that’s why I had to ‘commandeer’ this woman’s car.  It was sloppy, because now I put her in danger.

Daemon looked out the car window.  It was dark now and the street lights were on.  He had to get to the site where he could be picked up by his fellow agents.

That day back in 1988, when Daemon was just 18 years old, he got arrested for dealing heroin.  He was Mr. Big to the druggies.  The major dealers sold to him and he sold to addicts on the street.  Daemon was so clever that Cherkasov, the ‘drug Lord’ of the Russian cartel met with him personally each time Daemon needed to replenish his store.

It all began when Daemon’s friend Alec called him on his mobile, a big chunky thing that looked like a remote land line phone.   Daemon was hanging out at a local pub.

“Hey Alec!  What's up?’

“I’m in a bad way, mate.  Where are you?”

“I’m at the pub.   What do you need?”  Daemon asked.

“is Mickey there?”  Alec sounded like he was about to be sick.

“Yeah.  He’s here.”  Daemon replied,

“Be a mate, Daemon and get me a ten bag.  I’m alone at home and too sick to leave.”

Daemon didn’t use drugs.  He liked having a clear head.  Except for the occasional night on the town, Daemon stayed sober.  He never bought drugs before but since he knew Mickey, he wasn’t worried about picking up some heroin for his friend.

“Ring you back.”  Daemon told Alec.  Approaching Mickey, he drew him aside. 

“Uh, Mickey.  Can I get a ten bag for Alec?”

“Sure, mate.”  Mickey replied.  “But it’s the last one.  It’ll cost yer twenty.”

“You’re not trying to nab me, Mickey?”  Daemon asked, taken aback by the price.

“Naw, mate.  It’s just that it goes to the highest bidder.  If you give me twenty now then that bloke over there that’s thinking about buying it, loses out cuz you paid the price.”

“Alright.  Here.”  Daemon discretely handed Mickey twenty pounds.  Mickey palmed the bag to Daemon.  The wheels in Daemons head began to turn.

If I were to sell drugs, I could undercut Mickey and take over his clientele.  Then I could go back to the regular price and start making some real money.

Thus began Daemon’s drug dealing career.  Until he got nicked by MI 5.

Unbeknowst to Daemon, MI 5 had kept close tabs on him and after a huge sell to an undercover agent, Daemon was arrested.  The director of 5 told Daemon he wanted to bring down Cherkasov and if he would cooperate, he, the director would get Daemon a reduced sentence.  Daemon couldn’t refuse.  He did not want to go to prison for 20 years so he set Cherkasov up and 5 swooped in.  Cherkasov and his entire operation was taken apart.