Police Report
Investigation: Criminal Sale of Controlled Substance
Date: September 17, 2014
Time: 1634 Hrs.
Location: Corner of Bleecker and Barrow Street
John Doe “Doc” [CASE SUBJECT] Male/Caucasian, Approx. 25-30 Yrs. Old. 5’11 -6’2”, 200 LBS. Wearing: Black suit jacket, white dress shirt, and black suit pants.
On September 17, 2014 at approximately 1634 hours, while in a long term operation in an undercover capacity under the supervision of Lieutenant Masterson who was conducting a case buy operation in the confines of the 16 Precinct, I Undercover (UC) #C5192 picked up approximately 25 grams of alleged cocaine from John Doe “Doc” for the set price of $880.00. The circumstance to the above is as follows:
Prior to Meeting my subject John Doe “Doc” [Case Subject] at the above location mentioned, I had spoken and made arrangements yesterday via cell phone to pick up the above amount of cocaine from John Doe “Doc.” When I reached above location I again called John Doe “Doc” via cell phone and told him that I was there. “Doc” stated, “You’re here already?” I replied, “Yeah, get down here.” After waiting approximately 2-3minutes, I observed “Doc” walk out main door of building # 420 towards my direction. Once “Doc” approached me we shook hands. At that point “Doc” wanted me to follow him upstairs. But I told him “Let’s do it the way we always do it.” “Doc” pointed to cameras on ledge of building as we walked towards Bleecker Street. Once we reached the corner of Bleecker and Barrow I observed “Doc” take out one clear plastic twist bag white powdery/ rocky substance, from his right pants pocket, which I believed contained cocaine and handed it to me. In return I handed “Doc” $880.00 USC/PRBM which he placed in to his front pants pocket. I then mentioned that I had a big party that weekend, like the last time (100 gram pickup) and I asked for Oxycontin also. “Doc” stated that for the pills it would cost me $2000. I told “Doc” that I would call him the next day to confirm. I also invited him to party. I then shook his hand and informed the C.O. what transpired. No arrest made-Case Buy.
Chapter 2
Charlie
Slipping off my glasses to rub my tired eyes, I stepped past the gothic stylepainted glass doors of the shop. The cool, air-conditioned room brought a prickle of goose bumps along my skin, and a small shiver rumbled across my shoulders.
The raspy voice of Austin Winkler, lead singer of Hinder, was pouring out the lyrics of “Better Than Me” through the gallery’s state-of-the-art sound system, and the sterile smell of bleach and lemon filled my nose.
I glided my fingers against the long, smooth marble of the countertop, lined with delicately decorated gothic portfolios, containing the most talented works of art by the best tattoo artists in all of New York City. Hell, we were the best in the country. I wasn’t being biased because the shop was mine. We were actually coined, “the best in America,” byForeverArt Magazine. Stone Caresses Tattoo Gallery was way more than your traditional tat studio; it was a 5,000 square foot art gallery of the best female tattooists to ever live.
Ever.
My girls and I treated the studio like a fine art museum. The shop had cathedral-like ceilings and elongated walls of exposed brick, which were entirely covered from floor to ceiling by photographs of tattoos, original drawings, and oil paintings. Some tourists even came in to browse through the walls and snap photos of themselves with the girls. We’d even seen our fair share of celebrities in here.
You usually didn’t come to Stone Caresses when you wanted a tiny ladybug inked on your ankle, even though we had my girl, Sky, there to do just that. You came in to get an intimate experience with a talented artist, and you left with a piece of authentic, original, fine art on your skin,forever. We usually had a two-month waiting list for appointments, except for the handful of walk-ins that just came to meet with Sky and her little ladybugs or skulls.
The shop wasn’t always this upscale. Before it was handed down to me six months ago, it was called Under The Gun—My New Addiction, and the greatest woman to have ever lived, Auburn Tequila Rose, owned it. Auburn wasn’t her real name, but Tequila Rose was, which always made me wonder about her parents and what crap they had to have been smoking when she was born.
Tequila nicknamed herself Auburn, because of the deep, brownish-orange color of her eyes. She nicknamed everybody after the color of their eyes or hair; that’s why everyone called me, “Sage,” now. I was seventeen when she saved me; and shedidsave me. She saved me from the world, from my demons, but mostly from myself.“Give me a cooler nickname, like Jade or Hunter Green. Something badass,” I said.
“No, baby girl. Sage it is,” she said, smirking at me.
“But, Sage makes me think of an old wise woman with saggy boobs, who says profound stuff and knows the meaning of life. That ain’t me.”
“Sage fits you, Charlotte, you’ll see,” she said.
Walking through the main gallery of the shop, I headed for my private studio. It was only ten o’clock, and I still had two full hours before I had to officially open the shop’s doors. I figured I’d pound on my heavy bag for a while.
Making my way down the long, back hallway, I noticed Hazel’s studio door open and poked my head in to say hello to her. Four sets of red-rimmed, tear-filled eyes looked back at me.
Holy crap, did somebody die?
Throwing my bag on her counter, I crossed the small room and headed straight for Violet, who stood in the middle of the other three girls, sobbing the loudest. Her face was streaked with tear-soaked black mascara; her long, midnight black hair (with violet streaks) was pulled back into one of her flawless frizz-free ponytails. I really wondered how she did that; my hair had so many split ends they flew all over the place.
“Oh no, what happened? Whose ass am I kicking?” I asked, taking her chin into my hand. One eye and her cheekbone looked swollen, and it was just beginning to turn a sickening purplish-blue color. Anger flashed through me.
Hiccupping and gasping for air, she just about got out a full sentence before covering her face with her hands. Unfortunately, the sentence made no sense to me, something about a surprise pig’s tail wrapped in sheets.
“Can someone translate?” I asked, sitting heavily onto one of her chairs.
Blowing out a long breath next to me, Hazel gave Violet a sympathetic smile and sighed, “She went to surprise Matt last night, and he was hiding a naked girl wrapped in his bed sheets in his room. Vi was there, messing around with him for a good fifteen minutes before she heard a noise in his bedroom and had to push him out of the way to get inside his room.”
Sitting on the floor next to Violet was Ginger, looking up at me with her big brown eyes, “The little slut had pigtails in her hair, held up with hot pink bows, and a school girl outfit was crumpled up on the floor. When Violet flipped out on the both of them, hepunchedher,” Ginger said, looking at Vi with sympathy. Shaking her head, she added, “I say we kick both their asses right now, and then call the cops.” With her pixie haircut and tattooed arms, she looked like a badass fairy; all Ginger needed was black wings.
