Growing up in Nashville was about as boring as it gets. Most families in suburbia put in their 9 to 5 Monday thru Friday, ball games on Saturday and church on Sunday. Now, we did go to church, and we tried to eat together every Sunday. But we were no ordinary family. Dad was first a dope cop and then a federal agent. From age 5, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and that was follow in his footsteps.
From the streets of Mexico to the honky-tonks on Broadway. Trust me, it’s not what it seems. Nashville’s population has grown faster than the national average, and all of the flashing lights and country music it attracts thousands each week. However – my city – the great “it” city has a lot of creepy crawlers; dirty things that happen behind the scenes. Top law enforcement, city officials, and mayors, they all try to ignore it. But I’m here to tell ya the real story, the life of a kilo dealer.
Leaving the Sunday dinner table to cover a deal all alone, to diving into dumpsters for another man’s treasure, I’d say the life is rather exciting. Stalking their every move, listening to every phone call, Crawling through a graveyard and under a Toyota Corolla at 4am, it’s all part of the case. Watching a 9 kilo deal go down at the most popular shopping mall in Nashville and just lettin’ it walk. Grabbing the mules before they depart on a plane for Texas. Let me be clear, this is just a taste of what is to come in the largest and most exhilarating wiretap case in Nashville history.
“We have a leak,” are not the words you want to hear. Something that took years to develop could be shut down in a matter of minutes. “Pull the plug, take it down” said internal affairs. My determination to succeed was not something to be messed with. The very team members you thought supported you, are the same ones willing to throw you under the bus.
One case, consuming my entire life. Can’t eat, can’t sleep, but somehow gaining weight and an eye twitch. Barely conscious but feeding off of adrenaline. It’s what I had to do! Taking that metal ram at sunrise, one swing and blasting the door open as a team of detectives enter the home…shewww, I loved it. It’s something few will ever experience. All of this work, the surveillance, the late nights, going undercover -it was just the beginning – and it certainly paid off.
As a young drug detective, I never imagined that a team of six would turn one ounce of cocaine into a record seizure, worth more than 3 million dollars. This was a time I lived on the edge, an area deemed to be unclear, unhinged and certainly filled with opportunity for disruption. I guess you could say, I was living in the GRAY!
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