The Bad Mechanic
Tim was a Lexus dealer service manager, who always gave me first class service. One day we got to talking and he told me that his father was in jail for dealing large amounts of cocaine and that he had his father’s connections.
As they say: “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
I figure he saw what I was driving and how I was dressed and who I worked for (American Airlines) and got the feeling I might be interested.
As time passed, I learned that he was a lady’s man and that he could find whatever you were looking for in the black market. Eventually he opened his own Lexus repair shop and took all of his clients.
As I’ve said in this blog, I was a drug smuggler turned DEA confidential informant. When I was still working with the Colombia cartel, after one job, I ended up with extra “product” (cocaine).
Mano, my contact with the cartel, asked me if I knew of anyone who could move the extra 11 kilos.
I didn’t want to get mixed up with dealing drugs on the street, so they sat at my house for three weeks while I figured out what to do. Finally, I decided to give Tim a chance to move them.
He blew it (so to speak), giving it to a friend who took off. 11 kilos @ $20K each = $220K gone!
The shit hit the fan. Mano flew to Miami and Tim was scared. On the spot, he gave him a new Toyota Corolla and got him the rest of the money within three days. You don’t want to steal, even by accident, from the cartel!
Four years later, after I had become a CI, Tim called me out of the blue, saying he wanted to make up for what happened with the lost 11 kilos and that he had a good connection with ecstasy who could get as much as I want.
My phone was tapped, so I had no choice but to call my handler; although, by this point I really wanted to get drugs off the street.
Johnny and I worked the case together. We busted the bad mechanic, who then flipped (as most do) and became a CI himself.
A couple of years ago, I called Johnny and in our conversation asked about Tim. Johnny said he was still working for the DEA as a CI and doing a great job.
As I learned after I flipped, confidential informants are everywhere. If you’re dealing drugs, you’ve dealt with one. That means eventually you will get caught.
Excerpted from the forthcoming memoir, The Baggage Handler.