We got there in the end.
Death squads?
Two weeks ago the police searched his bungalow and came out with evidence bags. Three days ago a near neighbour watched a car known to the police pull into a yard by her house. The junkie got in, sat in there for 20 minutes, then money was passed to him. The car is known to the police for drug activity. An hour later another car pulled up. Occupants sat in there and waited for 20 minutes, until one got out and tried to piss on neighbours house.
The car was chased off by neighbour. Junkie's girlfriend then got in car for a bit.
So, pick ups are not happening in the grit bin and phone box. They are happening by my neighbours house. I don't think they are keeping quantities of drugs in the house because they know they police may come again.
They are quite right. The police will come again, because me and a couple of others are co-ordinating it.
I think perhaps you misunderstood my post. It was a sarcastic retort to your suggestion that the drugs stashing was just for a pick-up, as if that is entirely acceptable. This is a village with young children, including my own.
As for your suggestion that I am lying, you can go and fück yourself.
Let me put some meat on the bones of this for you, given your predilection for pronouncing on matters about which you know nothing...
Two weeks ago the police searched his bungalow and came out with evidence bags. Three days ago a near neighbour watched a car known to the police pull into a yard by her house. The junkie got in, sat in there for 20 minutes, then money was passed to him. The car is known to the police for drug activity. An hour later another car pulled up. Occupants sat in there and waited for 20 minutes, until one got out and tried to piss on neighbours house.
The car was chased off by neighbour. Junkie's girlfriend then got in car for a bit.
So, pick ups are not happening in the grit bin and phone box. They are happening by my neighbours house. I don't think they are keeping quantities of drugs in the house because they know they police may come again.
They are quite right. The police will come again, because me and a couple of others are co-ordinating it.
You started this weird dick waving thing. You got called on it by someone who actually knows what they're talking about. You don't.
As for your junkie neighbour, you seriously expect us to believe they "hide" their drugs in public places? Very good. Although to entertain this fanciful notion, how do you know? Are these spots drops for you?
Good luck being a narc, I hope it brings you immense satisfaction to known that your grit bins and phone box are safe.
Most junkies deal. They have no choice, it being rare they have anything else in life, like a job.
Here's your first reply to my post about the drugs stash. Dick waving, you say?
Don't care about grit bins. Do care about elderly vulnerable neighbours in sheltered housing too scared to go out, because of scumbags like you.
And that is the last interaction I have with you, here or anywhere.
But what can be done about it?