Goon is gone.
Goon is gone.
It took Thrasher and Black Phibre less than three weeks to discover that Goon was selling some of his grass to his buddies. Just a favor, not really dealing. Small potatoes; except that one of his buddies was only sixteen. In Lima, Ohio, they get real serious about people who sell illegal drugs to minors. Even people who are just selling a couple of joints a week.
Black Phibre dropped a dime on him. Made it look like an anonymous call to the police department using some kind of blue box that made it look like the call came from the sixteen-year old's home phone. Then he called the kid's parents and told them that they had made the call, even though they didn't know it. Advised them to search the kid's room. Said that the only way that they could keep their kid out of juvey was to play their kid as clean and naive, being lured into the drug culture by the evil adult. Either they played out his cover story, or wave goodbye to their kid for a year or so.
They played it smart.
Now Goon's gonna do some time. He won't go to court for some months yet, but it looks like he'll do at least a year.
Damn these drug laws are great. Long live the D.E.A.
Goon doesn't know that we set him up, but Black Phibre's gonna keep tabs on him just to make sure that he stays away from us.
I don't really care about him, but now the rest of my boys know they better stay close if they want to stay free.
BP's got balls. When I need an enforcer again, he'll be on the top of my list.