Free Gangbuster by Peter Bleksley

Embassy.
    ‘You’ll like him,’ she smiled coyly.
    Right away, I thought he had got to be bringing the stuff in from South America in diplomatic bags. It looked like a classy operation.
    The meeting went well. Josie and I agreed to go ahead and buy some stuff. She said she’d set it upright away. We parted with a kiss on the cheek. The signals were go.
    I went back to the Yard and reported the situation to my superior officers. I told them this woman and I were hitting it off so well that, to enhance my credibility as a drug buyer, I’d like to take her out socially after our next business meeting. It was a logical step as we’d really hit it off, and it might make her reveal more than she would about her connections on the drug scene. And, by the by, there was more than half a chance of a serious leg-over. Only I didn’t tell my bosses that. She was a suspect under investigation and I was a copper. A dangerous liaison that had to be treated with the utmost caution. Should I cross that line with the lovely Josephine?
    A couple of meetings later and I finally met Perez, the main mover and shaker of this particular cocaine network. Once again, it went well. We got on famously. He was impressed with my phoney gangland credentials — a dealer heading for the top, money to burn. Both Josephine and Perez had liked me, apparently, and Perez was happy to do the business. One thing led to another and I set a dinner date with Jo to get to know each other better. She was fun. A lot better to be dealing with than most of the low lifes I have met on the drug scene.
    It soon became obvious that she was very seriously hooked on cocaine. She was taking a lot by any standards. At her home in Fulham, she was habitually smoking it as crack, reducing cocaine to rocks by mixing it with baking powder and cooking it. But doing her brains on crack every day just didn’t seem to gel with her fitness lifestyle. She was obviously in the supply business to fund her habit.But I still couldn’t help liking her.
    The extent of her addiction was fully revealed after our meal out at Brown’s Hotel. I’d spared no expense wining and dining her. By the time we were going home, the dinner, the drink, the whole ambience meant we were only going back to her place for one thing — sex. It was the seal on our relationship and I didn’t know anything in the police manuals which prohibited a good shag with a tasty bird. Or perhaps I did in the back of my mind but chose to ignore it. We arrived back at her place both up for it, fired by some good wines and liqueurs. The aphrodisiac for her seemed to be danger. To her I was an up-and-coming gangster taking the drug scene by storm. Pony tail, flash car, big talk, shares in a couple of snooker halls. We went into the kitchen and Jo started pouring us a couple more drinks. We brushed against each other and there was electricity. Then it was into a passionate clinch and we were tearing at each other’s clothes. I couldn’t believe my luck, this was work, I was being paid for making love to a beautiful woman.
    We stumbled from the kitchen, leaving our drinks untouched, into the bedroom and fell on to the bed virtually naked. She caressed and kissed every part of my body. It was the most incredible night of passion I can remember. She was insatiable. We’d have sex then she’d be on the bedside pipe, a toot of crack then back to bed for more, rarin’ to go again. This went on all night long. Nothing was out of bounds. She kept going back for another puff on the pipe then leaping back for more sex. She even supplied the condoms, slipping them on skilfully and sensually. She’d done that before! I did a couple of lines of powdered coke. I could hardly have refused, as it could have blown my cover.
    I stayed all night, and I must say it was one of the most amazing of my life. Although it wasn’t strictly planned, we both knew it was going to happen. As we’d left the restaurant earlier, I made a coded