“The man asked if he would ring him a taxi.
“Where are you going?’
“Who was that asked Lizzy?’
Just some bloke who wants his car re-sprayed replied Des as he picked up the phone to his friend Kevin Ford.
Hey Kev,’ are you busy?
“What’s up mate?’
I’ve got a rush job on a jag for some big shot in the town.’
“I need a left side door and some plates can you sort that for me?’
“No problem, I’ll drop it off tomorrow for you Des.’
“See you soon.’
Des rang for a taxi then went out to the car to tell the bony faced man that his cab was on it’s way.
“The man got out of the Jag as Central Taxi’s pulled up.
Hi Des, who’s the taxi for.’
Des knew most of the taxi drivers in North Shields and Whitley Bay and Tynemouth as well as he fixed all their cars for them.
It’s for me said the man as he got into the front seat and told the driver to step on it.’
Des waved as the cab pulled away then sat inside the car. He checked every orifice in case this was a plant. Some blokes had been taken in by these type of men before. They left a car with a consignment of drugs hidden in the vehicle knowing that the coppers were watching the houses. When a search warrant came they found nothing and when the heat was off they would collect the car from wherever and the drugs removed and distributed to their suppliers. A lot of bouncers up the town in Newcastle made a lot of money from supplying punters with cocaine or marijuana.
As long as the punters paid they were prepared to sell.
Some of them even re-cut the drug with talcum powder so they could make even more money from the drug.
Only the hard drug takers would know that it had been re-cut the rest were so full of drink they wouldn’t know the difference. Yes, they would get high but not to the extent where they were out of their heads on it and the high was short term. Some even came back to buy more.’
Darren Ingles wasn’t bothered as long as he got his cut from everyone he was happy.
The money was collected every night around two in the morning two men who would be armed would go from night club to night club to collect the money. A gram of Cocaine sold for ten pounds a pop and Marijuana twenty pounds a half ounce block.
“With over two hundred revellers in each club they were making over a grand in each club. No one short changed Darren Ingles. He had ways that prevented anyone from doing that. Every wrap was counted and marked down so Darren knew how much was expected from each man on the door. There had been some stupid youngster who thought he was clever and cut the drug so much they were snorting vim up their noses. When Darren found out he had the man brought to him. He was tied to a chair and the bones on his hands and feet were smashed with a hammer. Then when he eventually recovered he had to work off the debt that he owed by selling and keeping drugs in his house. The man never tried robbing Darren a second time.