Close calls you've had with the feds but not arrested...

[Lawless69]

As the title says lets hear you're stories.
The ome most recently that stands out. Damm i was lucky that day. Heroin and crack dealer known to the police gets in my car just as the police drive by, he panics and un be known to me put a pack holding over 150 wraps of crack and 100 ish of heroin udder the passager seat he jumps put and runs off i drive of they go for him so i drove around a few corners amd jumped out locked my cars doors coat in rhe boot amd hope im not recognised.
So im walking aimlessly waiting for the feds to leave the adea when my phone starts ringing i answer and some guy ive never spoken to is shouting at me asking where iam n where is the pack. Pack? Yes the pack under your car seat. I feel sick an used if id been caught id of known nothing and be bang to rights and sent down for some years for possession with intent to supply class A drugs.
I say what pack oblivious it was in my car to witch i was threatened to be taken away And not be seen again.
So now ive got the police loking fkr me n my car amd also a big time dealer mr big ringing with threats. Back to the car i find the pack had a quick look wow the adrenaline was in full flow. I put pack in my boxer shorts and walk round a couple of corners, wishing hoping not to see the feds. A car pulls up its mr bigs runner. Hand over the pack and im given 10 wraps so 1g of crack.
So now im 15 or so miles from home im the next town with the police looking for me and hace s gram on me which is nothing to what i had.
Decide to bite the bullet and try get home. Thr crack goes in my inside pocket om a north face winter coat and os quite hidden amd coat goes om the passenger seat. 10 miles down im nearly back but i know ive been through 2 amprs. So this tells the police n they can worm out my next move. Im now 2 miles away out of nowhere 3 police cars block me in. Oh fuck ive crack and have been smoking it so a drugs swab ill be arrested and serched. Police make me sit in thhe car n start askin who the lad was that ran. Am old mate from school asked for a lift saw u lot am ran i dunno why.
Im thinking they artnt buying this. As another older fed opens the door picks my coat up with thd crack in an starts searching ths pockets.. Im done, whils5the others ask if ive had any drugs. Id not long had ope heart surgery so quickly thinking pul my t-shirt up amd say drugs hub no officer drugs if any kind would kill me. No way, after lookimg at my scar tbey buy it but now im praying they dont find my stash and everything crumbles, hes looking on the inside the hem covers the zip to the inside pocket. He hands me my coat back to my amazement. After talking between them they let me drive e away. How lucky am i im thinking some ome was watching over me.et me tell you that gram of crack never tssted n fdlt so good after the madness id been through to get it home. Needles to say I've not been back to that dealer since. Out of principle, ive got more this is probably the closest to being caught amd getting away with my stash.

Surly in our game we've all had some close cals like this??
, letd hear your stories of close calls....

 

[Jabberwocky]

I’ve told this story before - so apologies to those who already heard it. But I was in a drug dealer’s house with about 20 other people when it was raided by the Drug Squad and local police. Must have been over 20 police and the place was surrounded. It was absolutely littered with drug paraphernalia like needles and pipes etc. I’d dropped in to buy just a gram of meth and had shot up one point or so a few minutes before the police knocked on the door. Amazingly they kept knocking for maybe a minute or two rather than knocking the door in (this is Australia, cope quite polite mostly). So I had a chance to roll the baggie up and poke it up my ass.

Anyway the cops came in a full-body searched everybody. They asked me why I was there and I said I was new to town and had been invited to drop in by some other people there but was just on my way home (kind of true). The cop searched me and found an orange top from a syringe in my back pocket and then started seriously interrogating me about what drugs I was on, where I got them etc etc. I denied everything and amazingly when he made me show my arms to look for track marks he saw nothing because I used a brand new super sharp needle and went in near my wrist not the elbow where he was looking with his torch. Then he strip searched me down to undies and had me lift up my balls, pull my undies up into my crack etc (they can’t do full naked search outside of the station) but there was nothing.

So while just about everyone else got done for something they had no choice but to let me walk out of there high as a kite with 9 points of meth jammed up my ass.

 

[tubgirl.jpg]

I forgot drugs in my backpacka crossing the border between Nevada and California - I had coke, DMT, mushrooms, salvia and some weed. I forgot we were leaving Cali when going to Vegas. Then the greyhound pulled in at a border control and some dude in fast sport Oakleys (all cops wear Oakleys, everywhere) started talking to the driver. I was sweating bullets and could just sit there imagining being a ragdoll being passed around on gang dicks in some prison shower for a decade. They didn’t search anything, thank god.

When I was moving 2 kg of H in my backpack through Oslo on the tram, I had to run from security guards ecause I didn’t buy a ticket.

Two cops also stopped me with half a kilo of weed in the middle of the night - but as I ride the gray train of being a white guy, I just whipped my eyelashes and were polite, and that was that.

Not nearly as crazy as @Perforated or @Crack attack but enough to make me almost soil myself.

 

[F.U.B.A.R.]

God, where do I start?

I was driving for a local runner for free bits.

One evening, a well known junkie got into my car and was served by the guy I was driving for - just as the interceptor squad drove past.

Junkie guy got out and fucked off on his bike.

Cops looked over to make it clear they were on to us, then moved on slowly down the road expecting us to follow.

We didn't. We took the next right turn and fucked off at high speed. This meant the cops had to do a U turn to follow us.

This gave us time for the dealer to jump out of my car and fuck off before the cops caught up with me..

He took all the drugs, left me with the money.

Cops pull me over .

I'm like "what's the problem ossifers?"

They're like "why has a known drug user and a known drug dealer been seen running from your car in the last 5 minutes?"

I'm like "just giving a mate a lift, honest"

They're like "cut the shit, we know you're dealing drugs, we're searching the car".



They found £300 in cash, about 50 baggies (empty), a used crack pipe in the door pocket, a roll of foil under the seat and a plethora of BBW porno mags purchased in the vain attempt at knocking one out before the crack wore off.


Cops checked me out, then basically said "you're too old for this shit, don't do it again" and let me go.

Spent the next few hours trying to find the cunt that had run off with all the gear...

 

[G_Chem]

Too many to count, most when I was younger.

One night in particular, was like any old night in my small town. We were always scheming up party plans, and while it was a week day we had a pretty decent little get together going in this girls house who’s parent were gone.

Problem was this girl had a HUGE party a couple nights earlier, which I attended of course and couple the girls there wandered a little too far from the house and got picked up for being drunk as hell.

So the cops had a suspicion this place was popping off. And what do small town cops do with a huge budget, too large of force for such a small town, they get bored..

I heard a knock at the door and casually go to see who it is. The police chief is standing outside the door face in the window and all he does is motion with his finger in a stern way for me to come outside.

Note at this point we know each other through past exchanges, I’m literally inches from his face through the glass. I laugh and casually walk back to the party, and calmly as possible (I guess later I was told too calmly) said “hey cops are here.” And then sat back down.

Everyone kinda laughs and like ya ok, I’m like no for real he just waved at me come outside.

Another thing to note was the party was a mix of half us hard drug kids and half sheltered preps that never been through this before in their life. A couple of the kids look down the hall and see the police chief scowling outside and I’ve never seen more panic in my life.

Kids ran in all directions in the house, trying desperately to hide. I had a bunch of drugs on me but wasn’t worried cuz I also had a house to my disposal and infinite hiding places. I casually hid my drugs, and even had enough time to decide that wasn’t a good hiding place and re hid them better.

So now me and my buddies are trapped in this house with a bunch of crying kids hoping mommy doesn’t find out. We look out the back and figure the cops probably have this place completely surrounded, we knew we were fucked.

Told my boys to hide their shit good, and I kid you not we went downstairs and turned on the TV. Sat there watching for a good 20min before they finally got in.

First thing that police chief does is come down and get in my face.

“Why’d you run off?”

“I didn’t run I walked off, and I don’t have permission to let someone in this isn’t my house. Also I’m not trying to hide on you guys, knew y’all were coming in so just sit here waiting for ya.”

Not much he could say to that.

They slowly rounded everyone up and began the slow process of searching us all head to toe, gave us all breathalyzers, of course my crew had only been smoking and popping Vicodin so we had no worries once the drugs were hidden.

They then begrudgingly let us druggy kids go while the preps got tickets for being drunk. It was just another day in that small town.

Got all the drugs back from the girl a couple days later, I think we hid our shit behind the entertainment center. Who’s gonna think shit is wedged back there? They did search the immediate area around us though, under chairs n stuff.


God that’s just one of many like that. I remember times having to speed off, park the car, then run off into some bushes to get away. Other times cops would sneak up outside of our windows at night to listen to what we’d say.

And other times they just played games with us.

-GC

 

[telepathetic]

One time, I had a large amount of psychedelics at a park after hours, we were drinking underage as well, well a pet rabbit had come by and my friends and I were all trying to catch it to help it get home, well, cops show up and I'm able to distract them and get help looking for the bunny, meanwhile a friend hid all the drugs.

Other times I've been less lucky, left a house just before feds raided, got back and didn't see but one cop car so knocked and was brought into the whole investigation

 

[G_Chem]

Our prom was epic too. I remember snorting a line of cocaine only to hear someone scream “cops are here!” I look out the window to see 10 squads completely surrounding this barn we were in, and my buddies car hauling ass through a corn field dust flying. The cops didn’t chase him though cuz they had bigger fish to fry.

This place was also a well known drug dealers hideout, and they wanted in to finally get their hands on it all.

First thing we did was barricade the door, we had 3 big guys on it. The cops were trying to illegally smash the door in while the homeowners (parents) were screaming at them to leave.

One of the guys holding the door knew law well and was saying his rights through the door as he held it in place, saying they had absolutely zero right to enter.

They stopped and then began looking over our plates and calling our parents. If they had just 1 of our parents say they wanted their kids out, they could have entered. There were hundreds of kids there, not one parent said yes. They all told the cops to fuck off (note a similar situation happened to a couple grades below me, and they’re parents were different, cops busted in.”

So after awhile the cops realize they can’t get us, they then set up on the road and wait for us to leave. One girls parents came to pick her up and her dad got a DUI lol. I casually sat on the porch looking across the field at the cops occasionally snorting a line until I watched them all leave for shift change at 6am.

Then I snuck off home on the back roads, and slept soundly in my own bed. Small towns cops thwarted yet again.

-GC

 

[telepathetic]

Our prom was epic too. I remember snorting a line of cocaine only to hear someone scream “cops are here!” I look out the window to see 10 squads completely surrounding this barn we were in, and my buddies car hauling ass through a corn field dust flying. The cops didn’t chase him though cuz they had bigger fish to fry.

This place was also a well known drug dealers hideout, and they wanted in to finally get their hands on it all.

First thing we did was barricade the door, we had 3 big guys on it. The cops were trying to illegally smash the door in while the homeowners (parents) were screaming at them to leave.

One of the guys holding the door knew law well and was saying his rights through the door as he held it in place, saying they had absolutely zero right to enter.

They stopped and then began looking over our plates and calling our parents. If they had just 1 of our parents say they wanted their kids out, they could have entered. There were hundreds of kids there, not one parent said yes. They all told the cops to fuck off (note a similar situation happened to a couple grades below me, and they’re parents were different, cops busted in.”

So after awhile the cops realize they can’t get us, they then set up on the road and wait for us to leave. One girls parents came to pick her up and her dad got a DUI lol. I casually sat on the porch looking across the field at the cops occasionally snorting a line until I watched them all leave for shift change at 6am.

Then I snuck off home on the back roads, and slept soundly in my own bed. Small towns cops thwarted yet again.

-GC

This the sort of town the townspeople arrest sheriffs for fucking around, say, evicting a widow or something?

 

[jhjhsdi]

Got pulled with 200g of Indian racemic shard k, 1oz of Chinese s-isomer k and an 8th of cocaine in a black bag in the bottom of my big backpack, they smelt weed because we had been smoking and searched me and my mate and then searched my bag and pulled out everything, frying pan, portable cooker, scales, so many bags of random stuff, food, got right to the bottom, im looking over his shoulder, his torch hit the black bag and he must have just thought it was the bottom of the bag because he started putting stuff back in.

Couldn't fucking believe it lol

 

[F.U.B.A.R.]

One night after too many shandies, I was going home on my Honda 550 and lost it on a bend.

As I was picking myself up, the fuckin cops arrived.

Got breathalysed and failed. So I had to leave my slightly knackered bike by the side of the road while they took me back to the station for a more accurate breath test.

Problem was, I had a large chunk of hash in a film canister on my person. Convinced I was going to get searched back at the station, I stashed the hash down the back of the seat.

Got to the station, took another breath test but didn't get searched. Had to wait half an hour for the results. I passed.

The cops seemed genuinely pleased I'd passed. They even offered to give me a lift back to my bike - In the same car.

I retrieved my drugs from down the seat and got back to my bike.

They gave me a cheery wave leaving me to ride home with my headlight hanging off. By this time I was in considerable pain and also in shock.

Got home, started pissing blood and spent the next week in hospital with a torn kidney.


At least I got my drugs back...

 

[telepathetic]

God, I'd go on a nice binge and probably not stop until others made me, though that usually happens if I even get a quarter

 

[F.U.B.A.R.]

I was hitchhiking on the slip road of a motorway services when the cops turned up. I thought I was busted, but they just wanted to give me a lift.

They asked "where are you going mate?"

Although I had about 70 miles to go I said "just the next junction please".

So I got in the car, convinced things were going to go bad. I had a tin with several wraps of speed, 5 acid tabs, a q of hash, a bag of smack, a razor blade, mirror and foil tooter. I was shitting it.

But they were fuckin sound. Took me to the next junction and dropped me off.

 

[Mr. Krinkle]

yea ive just had bullshit with local cops, never any feds....i'd change a lot of things i was doing if i brushed into feds

 

[F.U.B.A.R.]

Me and a mate were hitching back from the Stonehenge festival in 1984.

A car pulled up and we thought our luck was in.

It wasn't - they were the fuckin drug squad.

"Alright lads, are you carrying anything?"

Me: "of course not, we're just going home"

My fuckin stupid big mouthed cunt of a mate trying to be funny: "Nothing except a half pound of smack".

Everything we had got torn apart, but they found nothing, because we had nothing (if you leave a festival with drugs intact, then you're doing it wrong).

Eventually, they had to let us go.

Cunts didn't even offer us a lift....

 

[Cheshire_Kat]

A couple from my past...

Back around 1974 the drummer from my band and I had just slammed some PCP when a we heard a knock on the door. The drummer opened the dooor and there in front of us stood two FBI agents, shiny black shoes and all. Both of us had our hearts in our throats while they explained they were just looking for his step father, who apparently had shot up some guy in a C & W bar down the street and fled. They were surveying him for some kind of drug smuggling thing and I guess the deal went south. Not interested in us. (whew)

Another time in 1972 I was carrying an lb of weed in a backpack while riding my motorcycle. State troopers pulled me over (I was riding an antique WWII Bike) and all they wanted to do was talk about the bike. They asked me what was in the knapsack and without blinking I just said "books I need to study for finals" and they sent me on my merry way (whew) not Feds but in 1972 that was some serious weight to be caught with...

 

[G_Chem]

I was hitchhiking on the slip road of a motorway services when the cops turned up. I thought I was busted, but they just wanted to give me a lift.

They asked "where are you going mate?"

Although I had about 70 miles to go I said "just the next junction please".

So I got in the car, convinced things were going to go bad. I had a tin with several wraps of speed, 5 acid tabs, a q of hash, a bag of smack, a razor blade, mirror and foil tooter. I was shitting it.

But they were fuckin sound. Took me to the next junction and dropped me off.

One thing I’ve learned is if the cop ever comes up to you in times of need, they’re MUCH less likely to hassle you even if they do suspect something. That’s their good deed for the day

-GC

 

[jhjhsdi]

I had just slammed some PCP

I'm so interested in this part of the story but I don't wana derail lol

 

[ageingpartyfiend]

I've got quite a few too, but I'll recount one I that was a very close call, or so I thought..

Teenage, staying in a motel type place in London...absolutely off my face

My small room searched by 3 police...a small drawer was slightly open and I remembered I had a small drugs pack in there...I edged over to the drawer and, as sneakily as was possible, picked up the package and concealed it in my hand - yeah they noticed aaha

"What's in your hand mate?" "Nothing Officer" said I...holding on tighter to my drugs in case they saw through gaps of my fingers etc

Cops grabbed me and prised my fist open, fuuuuccckk

3 astonished cops and one astonished and mightily relieved teenager were looking at a hand with nothing whatsoever in it's grip. Tripping outta my mind.

 

[Cheshire_Kat]

3 astonished cops and one astonished and mightily relieved teenager were looking at a hand with nothing whatsoever in it's grip. Tripping outta my mind.

If there's ever a good time to have a delusion that's a good example

 

[Fire&Water]

Too many to count, most when I was younger.

One night in particular, was like any old night in my small town. We were always scheming up party plans, and while it was a week day we had a pretty decent little get together going in this girls house who’s parent were gone.

Problem was this girl had a HUGE party a couple nights earlier, which I attended of course and couple the girls there wandered a little too far from the house and got picked up for being drunk as hell.

So the cops had a suspicion this place was popping off. And what do small town cops do with a huge budget, too large of force for such a small town, they get bored..

I heard a knock at the door and casually go to see who it is. The police chief is standing outside the door face in the window and all he does is motion with his finger in a stern way for me to come outside.

Note at this point we know each other through past exchanges, I’m literally inches from his face through the glass. I laugh and casually walk back to the party, and calmly as possible (I guess later I was told too calmly) said “hey cops are here.” And then sat back down.

Everyone kinda laughs and like ya ok, I’m like no for real he just waved at me come outside.

Another thing to note was the party was a mix of half us hard drug kids and half sheltered preps that never been through this before in their life. A couple of the kids look down the hall and see the police chief scowling outside and I’ve never seen more panic in my life.

Kids ran in all directions in the house, trying desperately to hide. I had a bunch of drugs on me but wasn’t worried cuz I also had a house to my disposal and infinite hiding places. I casually hid my drugs, and even had enough time to decide that wasn’t a good hiding place and re hid them better.

So now me and my buddies are trapped in this house with a bunch of crying kids hoping mommy doesn’t find out. We look out the back and figure the cops probably have this place completely surrounded, we knew we were fucked.

Told my boys to hide their shit good, and I kid you not we went downstairs and turned on the TV. Sat there watching for a good 20min before they finally got in.

First thing that police chief does is come down and get in my face.

“Why’d you run off?”

“I didn’t run I walked off, and I don’t have permission to let someone in this isn’t my house. Also I’m not trying to hide on you guys, knew y’all were coming in so just sit here waiting for ya.”

Not much he could say to that.

They slowly rounded everyone up and began the slow process of searching us all head to toe, gave us all breathalyzers, of course my crew had only been smoking and popping Vicodin so we had no worries once the drugs were hidden.

They then begrudgingly let us druggy kids go while the preps got tickets for being drunk. It was just another day in that small town.

Got all the drugs back from the girl a couple days later, I think we hid our shit behind the entertainment center. Who’s gonna think shit is wedged back there? They did search the immediate area around us though, under chairs n stuff.


God that’s just one of many like that. I remember times having to speed off, park the car, then run off into some bushes to get away. Other times cops would sneak up outside of our windows at night to listen to what we’d say.

And other times they just played games with us.

-GC

Damn
sounds like we grew up in the same town ...

On topic
yes, many close calls
maybe I should share a few