Three Tons Of Kush

‘Man, get rid of that joint; we got company coming,’

Rolling down the window, Billy Grey flung the half smoked blunt out of the truck. Adam hadn’t noticed that he was speeding but when he looked down the speedometer was just pass eighty and now there were blue lights flashing behind him. The kaleidoscope of colors was swiftly coming closer behind them.

‘Man, I hope he don’t search the truck.’

Looking in the side mirror, Billy’s heart started beating rapidly in his chest like a drummer doing a drum roll solo. This was his first trip as a drug runner.

‘Shit, Fuck, Damn, I don’t want to go to jail in Alabama.’

Shaking like a leaf in a strong wind, Billy nervously dialed Frank Riggers, his boss, on the cell phone.

‘Mr. Frank, we just got pulled over.’

The conversation between Billy and his boss was quick but very loud as Frank screamed instructions at him.

Billy was told ‘You, two, just keep your mouth shut. Lawyer up and shut the fuck up. I’m sending someone now to take care of the situation. So shut up and don’t fucking worry.’ The conversation ended and he was not happy.

Adam McKenna nervously slowed the U-Haul down. Seconds later, Billy pulled the .357 Smith and Wesson from the waistband of his pants and slid it behind the seat.

‘Is that everything? Man, why were you fucking speeding? Shit, you know this is Alabama and the cops here will stop you for anything. Where’s the fucking ounce we were smoking from? Damn, Adam, we’re dead for sure if Frank finds out we’re stopped for smoking weed.’

Bending over, he searched under the seat for the rest of the weed. Adam purchased some of the same high-grade marijuana for the trip from New Orleans to Atlanta. He paid Frank three hundred dollars for an ounce of Purple Kush. Frank had cautioned him to leave the stuff at home. He didn’t like for his drivers to smoke drugs while working on the clock.

‘Man, I hate I have to get rid of this stuff. I paid too much for it. Man, let’s eat that shit.’

‘Are you fucking crazy, Adam? That’s too much weed to eat before they get here; besides it’s just easier to toss it. It’s dark and they will never see it.’

Slowly, Billy took the weed from under the seat, rolled down the driver side window and tossed the open plastic baggie.

‘There; it’s gone now all the weed is in the back, so they have no evidence on us. Remember, Frank said to say we work for ‘There In A Hurry’ delivery service, delivering packages. , just delivering packages.’

Billy was scared at the thought of spending years behind bars and started weeping like a baby.

‘I won’t survive in prison.’

The U-Haul slowed down as the police cruiser sped closer

‘Stacey, I just clock a U-Haul that drove by me going forty over the limit. I am a few car lengths behind it… I’m in pursuit.’

Being elected as Marion’s Police Chief in 2000, Stephen Hogan constantly strove to keep illegal drugs off the streets but it was hard. This small rural town consisted of only eight thousand residents and everyone in the town was mostly kin. When a crime happened, it took extensive police work to solve because the people of Marion didn’t to talk to the police.

Tonight, the chief lucked up on a major drug bust as he patrolled Highway 5 on the edge of town. It started when a U-Haul truck suddenly appeared over the hill going eighty five miles per hour in a forty five mile per hour speed zone. After radioing the dispatcher at the station, the police chief’s black and white Crown Victoria police cruiser came to life and rapidly emerged from the hiding spot behind the Marion Motel sign. Chief Hogue aggressively pursued the fast moving U-Haul truck for four miles. While chasing the speeding truck, he noticed the suspicious actions of the two people inside the cab of the truck.

Momentarily floating in the air, a half-full baggie smashed against the windshield of the Chief’s police cruiser and became snagged in the windshield wipers. The wind expelled the green budded contents from the open clear plastic sandwich bag across the glass before throwing it to the side of the road. Angered by the actions of the suspects, Chief Hogan’s Crown Victoria sped up.

Getting right behind the truck, he turned on the loud speaker. The sound of his angry voice thundered through the speaker.

‘This is the Marion police. Pull your vehicle over to the side of the road.’

Adam spotted the police cruiser and started to drive into a residential area. Not wanting the truck to get too far and endanger someone, the chief drove to the side of the truck forcing it to turn the corner and then pull over. A few feet later, the truck slowly pulled to the side of the highway. The police cruiser pulled behind the U-Haul and shined the spot lights on the truck.

Again, the chief’s bass voice thundered through the loudspeaker.

‘Turn off the vehicle and place your hands out the window.’

He radioed the dispatcher.

‘Stacey, send out Cedric and Spirit. I want to search the back of this U-haul.’

While waiting for an additional officer to arrive, the chief ran the tags but they came back clean. A few minutes later, another police cruiser appeared. Sergeant Cedric Milner stepped out of the cruiser.

‘What’s up chief; got here as fast as I could.’

‘Well, I don’t know yet Milner. I got hit by a bag of something while chasing them. I want to do a search of the truck.’

‘Okay, well if anything’s there Spirit will find it.’

The chief on the driver side and Sergeant Milner walking around to the passenger door; the two police officers carefully approached the truck. The chief slowly pulled out his gun, and pointed at Adam’s head.

‘Can I see your driver license? You know how fast you were going, back there?’

Taking the wallet and rental papers, he radioed the info to Stacey.

‘Ok, Mr. McKenna, taking your right hand, I want you to slowly open the door from the outside and step out of the truck.’

Adam listened and promptly got out and came to the chief. As he approached the other side of the vehicle, Sergeant Milner noticed someone run from the passenger side.

‘Stop, Stop or I will shoot.’

The sergeant warned Billy before pulling his gun from the holster. He pointed it at the man’s head and again instructed him to stop and get on the ground. Billy immediately listened. To keep him from running, the chief swept Adam’s feet from under him, forcing him face down on the pavement and handcuff him. Adam started yelling.

‘Oh you think your so tough, cop! Well, you’re messing with the wrong load. Just wait till my boss get here, then we will see how tough you are. Come on let us go and we’ll just forget about this.’

The chief got tired of his attitude and snatched him up by the cuffs, making them cut into his wrist. At the same time, Billy jumped up from the ground as the sergeant reached to get the hand cuffs and ran across the curb toward the neighborhood. The sergeant was promptly on him, like a hungry lineman on a weak, defenseless running back, tackling him to the ground and the fight was on.

Billy threw his hands and body everywhere to keep from being handcuffed, so to stop him from fighting the sergeant punched him hard in the face splitting his lip. Billy still didn’t want to listen and punched the sergeant in the groans. At that point Sergeant Milner pulled out his taser and shot him…..that worked! Billy and Adam stopped fighting, but continued to yell as the chief and Sergeant Milner secured the two men in the back of the chief’s cruiser.

Opening the rear door of his cruiser, Sergeant Milner let the beagle out of cage. Hopping out, Spirit quickly ran over to Chief Hogan, sniffing around his feet. Leaning down, the chief gently rubbed the dog on the back. Attaching the leash to the dog collar, the sergeant led the dog to the truck. Immediately Spirit barked. His positive reaction led to the discovery.

‘Look like we got something here, Chief.’

After searching the back of the truck, the chief and Sergeant Milner discovered the truck was loaded with three tons of top grade marijuana. The marijuana was packaged in individual ten pound bales, wrapped tightly in gray cellophane and packed neatly inside the truck. This was the largest drug bust in the history of Marion. With a hint of excitement in his voice, the chief radioed Corporal Stacie King at the station.

‘Hey, we need three more cars ASAP.’