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baggie sitting in the armrest of the vehicle and placed it into an evidence bag. What he saw next took him by surprise. White powder residue on the driver seat and on the middle armrest. It was Cocaine! Not only was it Cocaine, but it was all over! Bill had never made a Cocaine arrest before. This would truly be a night to remember. Then it hit him, the Cocaine was not in just one place, and it was blown about, he'd have a hell of a time trying to collect it all up. Bill opened the arm rest and there was more; more Cocaine residue and a snort straw. This guy was not just a doper, he was a cokehead: and thensome.

Continuing the search of his vehicle, finding more cocaine residue, he went for the trunk of the car. He haphazardly flipped through the baggage expecting to find nothing. Then he spotted an opened bag with a plastic baggie similar to the one found in the front sticking out. He looked closer and saw that the baggie was very similar in that it also contained Marijuana. Bill opened the inner pocket of the bag noting a blue box sitting on top of a large white object.

Upon opening the blue box, he noticed that there was a paperbag in the box containing a hard object. He didn't even look into the bag, instead chose to notice the white plastic baggie containing cocaine lying beneath it. "A-HA!" he thought, "SUCCESS!" he had found cocaine. Suddenly, like an instant replay on television, he saw himself picking up the paper bag. He reached for the bag, squeezed it, thought if felt brick-like and looked inside revealing a brick of Cocaine. Bill screamed out like a little girl "SAAARRGGE! I found his stash!" He then looked at the white box closer, finally recognizing the object to be an electronic scale. A scale larger than he'd ever come across. He knew he had something big now. He looked further into the baggage and found several key chains; silver-in-color, with a screw off base. He unscrewed the tops from all of the key chains to find that one had cocaine residue in it. Bill had come upon a genuine drug dealer. That drug dealer was in the back of his patrol car in handcuffs.

The Sarge came around to the back of the vehicle; noticed all the Cocaine, the scale, and least of all the marijuana. The two high-fived' each other and continued to process the vehicle as if it was all in a days work. Each knew that this was no ordinary stop, that this would make the papers.

In the end, he kept a promise he made to his Chief more than two years earlier. When Bill began working for his Chief he had a conversation at the gas pumps about drugs and getting drugs off of the interstate. At that time, Bill was a novice, rarely ever making any drug arrests. On that day, he told the chief: "I'm not real good at it, but if you send me to just one class, I'll get good." He did just that, he got good. He had just completed setting a record for that town's Police Department. A town just off the interstate. A record for the largest individual drug seizure in the history of that Police Department: kilo of Cocaine (total), and 122 grams of Marijuana.

Bill drove home that morning after shift. All he could think about was his dad and how he believed that his dad was watching over him that night. Perhaps his dad was the voice screaming at Bill, perhaps not. That's just the way he sees it. Thanks, Dad.

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