Search fails to find alleged cocaine
By 02/15/2001 00:00:00
Special to the Ellis County Press
Well, I did not really understand what had happened that morning, but I now knew it wasn't a good thing.
I was, however, beginning to understand these boys were convinced I was holding some unknown amount of cocaine.
My buddy, Ranger Milsap, asked me two or three times if they could search my house. When I asked him if he had a warrant, he became all mad again. Once again, here came the cussing and carrying on. He advised me he 'd— sure did have a warrant' and didn't need my permission to search my house.
Of course, my response of 'Well, then why are you asking me for my permission' only seemed to fan the flames once again.
By this time, they had finished searching the car and congratulating each other on their successful ambush, and we left for my house.
For some reason, they didn't want me to be present at the search. I had told them my brother-in-law was living there and they wouldn't need to kick in the door if they would just knock on it.
Once they gained entry Constable Woody was told to transport me down to the county jail where Justice Polk was waiting to set my bond.
Several officers entered my house in an attempt to locate something that was not there. When these efforts failed, they resorted to science and technology.
Unable to find any of the reportedly stolen cocaine, they knew somehow they had to find something. Someone decided to call in the lab guys.
There is a machine called an ion scanner, which is often used in the seizure of cash and property. This machine works on the simple principle of science: All things are comprised of matter, and matter is broken down into atoms and subatomic particles.
Ions are the negatively charged particles surrounding the nucleus of an atom. Each type of ion has its own unique identifiable weight.
The ion scanner has a vacuum attached to a computer. They vacuum the item in question with and then measure whether the item has ever been exposed to narcotics.
With me? Of course, in my case they decided to vacuum the shirt and pants that I had been wearing on the day I cut open the kilo at Constable Bubba Curry's office. Now keep in mind: These clothes had been exposed to an open kilogram of cocaine.
One I had handled, cut, wrapped and carried.
It has been shown that most, if not all of the bills above a $10 bill are considered contaminated with cocaine unless you get them new from the bank. If you have any cash on you right now and someone runs it through an ion scanner, it will test positive for the presence of cocaine.
So, it goes without saying, if the machine is that sensitive, it must have nearly caught on fire with the amount of coke it was reading from those clothes.
Of course, this wasn't good news for me.
The officers finished their search without finding the non-existent stash of cocaine. They didn't come away empty handed though. They had the ion scanner's reading to show somehow I had gotten cocaine on my clothes.
They also found a small plastic baggie of low-grade marijuana.
Of course, they forgot to mention it was the marijuana we used to train the narcotics canine with, and wouldn't even be worth smoking.
Now they had me on two separate drug charges to go with my tampering offense. It was turning out not to be my best day.
Jail was not a new experience. I had been around jails all my life.
Being in one was a different story. After a few hours Officer Boyden came around and advised me I was to be charged with possession of cocaine (ion scanner), and possession of marijuana for the dog weed.
Things just kept getting worse. Some of the worse was yet to come;