It took us two hours to move furniture around and pull the carpets up and I was feeling pretty pissed off. I grabbed some clean clothes and headed out to order new carpets; I would crash at Mick’s until the place got sorted.
The stubborn little bitch still wouldn’t answer my calls and it was driving me crazy. Part of me was beyond angry at her for being so over the top and the other part loved that she cared so much and wasn’t afraid to express how hurt she was. I left dozens of messages but heard nothing, so I figured it best to leave her to calm down.
I returned home three days later after a two-day bender and had new carpets fitted. The stench was still there though and it definitely got worse every time I put the heating on. I was beginning to think that she had washed my curtains in cat piss, and I ended up binning them.
I opened the wardrobe and moved the spare suitcase out of the way to get to the safe, and I froze! The door was open, wide open, and it had not been forced, so I knew it was Dani because I’d stupidly given her the number to put my stash in. The stash, which should have been delivered while I was on holiday.
I rummaged through all of my drawers in a blind panic looking for where she had hidden them. I picked up my phone and called her and, as usual, it went straight to voicemail:
‘You fucking stupid bitch! What the fuck did you think you were doing? I want the drugs back and I want them back today. Do you realize what you’ve done? Do you have any idea what kind of shit I’m in now? What kind of shit you’re in! You’re going to pay for this, Dani, so last chance to stop fucking around. This isn’t a warning it’s a threat. Ring me or come to my apartment within the hour or I’m sending someone out to look for you. Dumb fucking stupid bitch.’
It was the following day when Dani called me back and told me what she’d done – she’d flushed the drugs down the fucking toilet! All eighty-five-thousand pounds worth, and that was before it was cut. I was screwed. I had no idea how to get my hands on that kind of money, so my only way of sorting this mess out was to find where Dani was hiding out and teach her not to mess with the big boys.
I pulled my phone from my pocket as I scanned through my contacts deciding who would be best for the job.
“Ste, how’s it going mate? I have a job for you and it’s urgent. Come over to mine and I’ll give you what you need but I need someone found and found as soon as possible.”
“Ok. Sounds interesting. Give me an hour and I’ll be at yours.” I knew I could rely on him because he’d sorted out a few clients for me in the past, the ones that thought it was OK to take the drugs and then not pay!
“I’ll have photographs ready and a few contacts but I think you’ll have to do some digging because she’s gone underground,” I said, clenching my fist as I said the words.
“Ok, mate. Catch you in an hour.”
I rolled a twenty up and lined up some coke on the kitchen bench; a perk of the job taking samples from the stash. I’d flogged a lot of shit in Ibiza so I had a little time before Pez started breathing down my neck. Enough time to find that stupid cow and get the drugs back.
I’d have to do a private deal to buy more gear if she didn’t surface soon. It was a risk! A huge risk, because if Pez found out I was working his turf, I’d be dead.
I sniffed up as hard and fast as I could, and I waited for the rush to hit me and numb my anxious mind. Damn this was good shit. White out, baby.
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