Wasteland Page #3
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of diversionary tactics.
- You can't seem to counter 'em.
- Diversionary tactics?
There's a lofty title.
Nothing like giving it credence.
The money's coming in and you can't seem to counter it.
All right, I'm listening. Why don't you tell
me about Steven Roper's diversionary tactics?
You're a detective inspector.
I'm sure you're familiar with them.
I'm old, forgetful.
Why don't you jog me memory?
OK. Step 1.
The controlling influence of fear.
If you have built a consortium
of commission-based contraband vendors,
you run the risk
of being name-dropped to the police
if those in your charge be faced with incarceration.
Also there are those who may wish
to make money on your behalf
and then forget to pay their dues,
of which examples must be made.
While there are guns,
their use brings unwanted police attention.
This being the case, the sensible criminal
maintains a fearsome reputation
with good old-fashioned hard graft.
Step 2. Evading detection.
Though the clandestine art of surveillance
exemplified by the police
owes little to the techniques employed
by government agents in acts of espionage,
their constant presence
stills requires creative vigilance.
The trick is to keep the gear moving from place to place
so that even if the law tracks its whereabouts,
it's long gone before they can do anything about it.
Of course, police incompetence can't take all the blame.
The drug squad must be short-staffed,
what with all the traffic violations
requiring the manpower.
Step 3. Building a case
for citizen harassment.
You lot like nothing more than to have
someone else do your job for you,
which is why you are such big fans
of the telephone tip-off.
If the drug squad receive a call from a concerned citizen
giving details of a drug cache
at a residence in a problem area,
they will generally act on the information.
Police!
Of course, the trick is to make
the anonymous phone call yourself
after you have made sure there is nothing
even resembling an aspirin on the property,
so you can laugh as you watch the boys in blue sweat
as they tear apart your house to no avail.
Where's your f***ing warrant?
It's f***ing bollocks.
When they finally call off the search,
your house will be in such a state
as to warrant a generous compensation payment
from the taxpayer,
amid claims that your reputation
has been unfairly tainted.
Repeat this procedure four times
over a 12-month period
and rest assured even the fire brigade
wouldn't dare enter your property
if the whole f***ing street were ablaze.
Step 4. Throw the dog a bone.
This is where I come in.
The drug squad needs to fill a certain quota
of arrests and seized quantities
to prove it's keeping the streets of England
as clean as the Armitage Shanks in Buckingham Palace.
By the same token, the criminal needs the drug squad
to have the inclination to continue
helping them perpetrate Step 3,
so every now and then
a big chimp will stitch up a little monkey.
I'm the monkey.
Steven Roper was the big chimp.
In this particular example
of the successful execution of Step 4,
I came home from a night on the piss
to find my flat had been broken into.
A quick look round told me two things.
One, there were no burglars in the flat.
Two, the stupid f***ers hadn't
stolen anything even when they had been.
I didn't see what were coming.
In my defence, I were f***ing rat-arsed.
It being January, I was also cold, so I closed the door.
Police! Put the phone down!
Acting on an anonymous tip-off,
your boys came flying into the house
armed with a search warrant.
It took them about 30 seconds to find the 200g of heroin
I had so cleverly hidden
underneath the TV guide on the desk.
It took the jury even less time
to find me guilty of the charge,
as the only evidence to back up my claim
that someone had broken into the flat
and planted the drugs
had been destroyed by the police battering ram.
No further interest were taken into my plight.
Well, there is certainly authenticity
to what you're saying.
If you're familiar with the methods,
why don't you do something?
Because they work, like you said.
I've got to wonder how a decent,
upstanding citizen like yourself
understands the intricacies
of small-time drug trafficking.
- It's not rocket science.
- No, it's easy money. That's why you do it.
I'm not getting the year back either way.
Just trying to paint a better picture.
Fair enough. Go on.
Where was I?
I don't give a f*** what he won't give me.
He owes me for a f***ing year
and he'll pay me for that year.
You were never an idiot, Harvey,
so I'll assume there's some logic here.
Yeah, there is.
Got their heads up their arse, mate,
so they can stay low on the radar.
I never had much to say to any other inmates.
That doesn't mean my ear wasn't constantly
bent on the favourite of prison pastimes.
Believe me, if these clowns knew
the half of it, I'd be doing 20 easy.
Giving it the big I am.
Their problem is, they forget who you are.
They think you're old, think you're a joke.
In prison, it's all you hear night and day.
It gets so you have to learn to block it out.
Soon stopped smiling when he saw the f***ing
sawn-off. Soon lost his heart as well.
Although I don't think they care
if you're listening anyway.
I drop off all over the north,
and even the biggest twats
from the smallest two-rip town
would have a wedge the size of your mother's arse.
This one guy from this filthy nowhere estate over yonder,
the Rise, I think they call it.
Of course, you prick up your ears
when you get wind of something interesting.
I'd drop a key off to this twat called Steve
Flash bastard would open this big green safe
and he'd take the cash from a pile that high
like it was pocket change,
pass it over with a wink and a "f*** you" smile.
Now, he always had
a four-strong team around him,
but you pull the right tool at the right time
and you can liberate the c*nt
of the safe's belongings, smart as you like.
Great.
Roper keeps his money in a safe.
He lives in that office since he got into security.
He'd notice us popping in trying to hacksaw it open.
Safe can't be in his office.
The Scouser said he used
a meat delivery van as his cover,
so he'd only drop at suitable places,
restaurants or big pubs that serve food.
Now, the only place round here
that fits this description is the Rise Club.
OK, well, the club makes sense as a dropping point,
but why would Roper leave his money
in there, not in his own office?
- He doesn't own the club.
- Albert's in his pocket.
And it puts some distance between him and his
money in case he ever gets his collar felt.
I suppose his firm looks after the club,
so he thinks it's safe there as in his own office.
Even more so.
According to this bloke, the safe's
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