“If you need some more, I take other forms of payment,” he said with a horny, sinister look in his eye.
“Okay. I’ll let them other bitches know,” Donna retorted as she walked away.
She made it to the end of the block. Once she passed the lookout, she turned the corner and kept walking.
“I’m headed back to the gas station,” she announced to all who were listening on the COH.
When she arrived at the gas station, she walked inside and watched from the window. She waited to make sure she hadn’t been followed. When Joe pulled up in front of the door and signaled for her to get in, she knew that surveillance had given him the go ahead.
She left the gas station and hopped in the car. “They get it?”
“Yep. Photos, video, everything they needed.”
Since the plan was to survey, make frequent buys, and gather intel on the supplier, there were no arrests to be made. At least, for a while. As Joe drove them back to their office to inventory the dope, Donna sat back in her seat. She relaxed and thanked God for another successful undercover experience. And, by successful, she didn’t mean buying the dope. She meant not getting a bullet to the brain.
