Ch.3 Libido Loca
Tom stopped in at the Hairy Dog and sat at the bar, saying hello to Wilbur standing behind it.
"Hey Tom, long time, no see, buddy."
"Been busy Will. First chance I've had in a while to come and sit for a bit."
"You boys doing another car raffle? I sure liked that Caddy you guys put together. Damn shame that kid won it and wrapped it around a tree, though."
"Yeah, wasn't a pretty sight, let me tell you."
"No shit. So you want the usual?"
"Sure Will, set them up."
Will winked at Tom and pulled out a bottle of Schlitz and poured a shot of whiskey into an old fashion glass with no ice. He placed the two on coasters in front of Tom and saw the question on Tom's face, waiting to be asked.
"What's up, Tom?"
"We noticed some bikers in here yesterday and wondered what they were up to. Any ideas on that?"
"Yeah, I know who you're talking about. Four of them. Been coming in and talking to people, mostly the younger ones. Been seeing a change in them too."
"What, the bikers?"
"No, the ones they talk to. Some come back in all spaced out like, some don't come back in at all."
"Any idea what they're doing? That sounds weird."
Wilbur looked up and down the bar and whispered his suspicions to Tom.
"I think they're doing drugs back there. Not sure what, but it ain't grass. Smoked enough of that with you to know the difference."
"So, it's hard shit they're doing?"
"Be my guess. Don't know what, but its got people looking and feeling different. Never seen folks look so bad before."
"Sounds like bad shit. Do me a favour, Will?"
"Sure, what is it, Tom?"
"Give the shop a call, if these guys come back in. Me and the guys would like to have a talk with them and see what they're up to."
"You got it. But say, Tom, don't start nothing in my bar, I can't afford the fixing up, if a fight starts."
"No problem, man. We'll do all our talking outside. We just want to make sure they aren't causing shit in our town, you know?"
"Yeah, I can dig that, Tom. They usually come in around four and hang around for a couple hours and split."
"Thanks, Will. Guess I'll be back in a few hours and we'll see what our new friends are up to. You say they head out back to talk?"
"Yeah, guess they use the alley way, pretty quiet back there."
"Think I'll head back and have a look around."
"Door's open to come back in."
"Might think of locking it while you're open, just to put a stop to your place being an easy spot to deal from."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that, Tom. Last thing I need around here is a bunch of stoners wandering around."
Tom nodded to him and headed out back. He took a look around the back entrance and only saw numerous cigarette butts from people standing there smoking. He went to the dumpster and poked around with a stick, moving garbage about and noticed several discarded syringes near the bottom. He picked two up and broke the needles off and tucked them in his cut. He walked back in and secretively showed them to Wilbur, before whispering he found them in the dumpster.
"I'll be back around four with the others and we'll have our little talk with them. Not good, Will."
"No Tom, it ain't."
Tom walked out the front door and got on his bike, starting it up and headed back to the clubhouse. He pulled in and parked in the row and went inside.
"Where's JT?"
"He's over in the office, doing paperwork shit. What's up, Tom?"
"We got problems, Lenny, big problems."
"Like what, Brother? Let us know."
"I'll get JT and be right back, this is bad news, man."
Tom reached in his cut and took out the syringes and showed everyone. They didn't need any more, to know what trouble had arrived in their town. Tom hurried out of the clubhouse and over to the office. He and JT were back inside in minutes and the club was ready to talk. Tom stood, so he could face them and told them where he had found the syringes and Wilbur's description of the people who had done it. The new bikers in town were setting up business to deal hard drugs and that meant a major conflict of interest. Hard drugs, meant people would become addicts and need a fix. Crimes would increase, so those dependant junkies could get the money to pay for it. JT saw the repercussions of it and how their livelihood would be gone in a heartbeat.
"This is bullshit. Fucking assholes think they can set up here and we don't know about it? Hang on, I'm making a call to our good friend, Wayne and see what he knows about this."
JT got up and headed back to the office to call and was back in five minutes.
"He's on his way and wants to see the needles for himself. He said he knew the guys were in town, but no one had complained about them, so they weren't being watched too closely. They will be now, fucking pricks."
They talked amongst themselves about it, until the door opened after a quick knock and Unser came in. He came over and sat with the guys, no pretence of office shown and none given in return.
"So, you're telling me these guys are dealing hard drugs out of Wilbur's place?"
"Will, doesn't know about it, Wayne. They go out back and deal out there and shoot up. Will just said he sees people come back in and they have a bad look to them. My guess, is that you check out what's in those needles and you'll know what they're dealing. Gotta be smack, or horse."
"Smack, or horse?"
"Speed and heroin. One gets you moving and the other shuts you down. From what Will said, it's gotta be horse."
"I gotta learn about this shit now?"
"Unless you want it going on right under your noses."
"Shit, JT, how bad is this stuff?"
"The worst shit, Wayne. You know what those opium junkies were like over there, so figure horse is worse than that."
"You shitting me? Those people were like zombies, or something. You're saying this shit is worse than that?"
"They make heroin from opium, Wayne. It's more potent. Gets you strung out bad and you're addicted to the high."
"This is bad shit. I gotta tell the chief about this pronto."
"Hang on, not so fast."
"What do you mean, not so fast?"
"Think for a second. You call in the troops and they'll just dump the shit and you have nothing on them. You need to catch them in the act and have evidence to make it stick. Let us set that up for you. They won't suspect us and want to do a deal with us. A couple of us go in and get friendly, say we're interested in it and go out back. You have some guys hiding in wait for them to make the deal and then bust them. Open and shut case and the fuckers are out of business and out of town."
"Sounds like a good plan. What about you guys, though? You're committing a crime, what am I supposed to do about that?"