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brought me along to one in the hope of meeting some new summer residents. We hadn’t been there long when a guy walked in and I could tell right away that Cliff was uncomfortable seeing him. Before Cliff had a chance to say anything to me, the guy approached him and asked Cliff where he knew him from. Cliff told him he was positive they’d never met.
    When the guy walked away, Cliff grabbed my arm and said, “Let’s get outta here.” When we were driving back to the cottage, he told me he had arrested the guy a few months earlier after a gas station robbery. Cliff pulled over a car that matched the description that had gone out. He arrested the driver and brought him into the detachment to wait for the other police department to come and pick him up. Instead of putting him in the cells, Cliff stayed with him in an interview room. They chatted for a bit and he eventually confessed to the robbery. Cliff told me he was amazed the guy hadn’t figured out on the spot where he knew him from as they had been in the interview room together for about two hours.
    We made more than fifty undercover buys during the two months at the beach including marijuana, hashish, hash oil, LSD, cocaine and speed. At the end of the summer, we held a party at our cottage and invited everyone that we had purchased drugs from. Just about all of them showed up. Over the course of the evening Jay, Cliff and I took turns asking our guests, one at a time, if they wanted to take a walk down to the beach and smoke a joint. Each time just before we got to the beach, a police cruiser would be waiting in the shadows. The officers hopped out, arrested our guests and escorted them to jail. After everyone had left the party, we packed up all of our stuff and moved out of the cottage. We later stopped by the detachment and revealed our true identity to all of our party guests. Almost all pleaded guilty to their charges.
    The morning after the project was taken down, I contacted one of the women that we had befriended. She told me she was relieved that we were narcs and not druggies. I was concerned about possible repercussions from some of those arrested, who were friends of theirs. She said not to worry. I kept in touch with both of them for a while to ensure they were okay. No one ever bothered them.
    The following summer I was asked to join a Toronto Police Service anti-biker squad investigation into the criminal activities of the Outlaws Motorcycle Club.
    Such organizations were extremely difficult to infiltrate but two UCs borrowed from a Toronto drug squad, Bob and Bill, had been undercover for months and were getting deeply involved in the gang. They’d been provided two rebuilt old police Harley-Davidson motorcycles, stripped of all the cop gizmos of course, and looked every bit the part. Given the increasing risk to their safety and to add to their credibility, the guys were looking for two female UCs to partner with them. I wasn’t happy doing an “arm piece” role again but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be a part of infiltrating that sector of organized crime. Beach bars and house parties were a thing of the past. I was now hanging out in sleazy peeler bars and was back into those high-heeled black boots. A black leather jacket was a must wardrobe addition for this job as well.
    An officer with Toronto Police, Audrey was selected to join our team as Bill’s girlfriend, after the guys found out the club president had a penchant for Asian women. The first morning she came to work I could see Audrey had little experience working undercover. We spent the rest of the day downgrading her wardrobe in Zellers and Kmart stores. I schooled her on her UC role and she was a quick study. Mr. President immediately took a shine to Ling Ling, as we called her, when Bill introduced her for the first time in a Toronto biker bar. Bill also told him he wasn’t into sharing. Audrey’s and my occasional presence with the guys on the back of their Harleys