A tale about small town cops
Once apon a time in the pretty recent past there was a dumbass AS dealer in my little town. Dumbass's house was broken into and he lost some guns and alot of gear. Dumbass does what any dumbass would do and calls the police to report the stolen guns. The police not only found the stolen guns but guess what else. The police politely gave the gear back to dumbass (via the person who stole it) just long enough to pull dumbass over. The polite local authorities turned the case over to our wonderfull federal agents. When questoined - dumbass not only admitted to selling - but then started nameing names. So your asking what happened next. Well, Dumbass is facing 5 to 10 for trafficing, I am facing misdameanor for constructive possession as well as serveral others. BUT THE FUNNY THING ABOUT IT IS THAT SEVERAL LOCAL AUTHORITIES AND 1 PROSECUTOR HAVE MYSTERIOUSLY GROWN. (Growing is fine but they have been the same size for 10 years and now of all times they are growing.) - by the way I forgot to tell you something. When dumbass was questioned - they spread his gear out on a table in front of him. About 25% of it was missing (dumbass was smart enough not to say he had more than was there)
Moral of the story: #1 Don't trust dumbass. #2 If you do trust dumbass, make him give some gear to the locals so that they can get big without him getting bust.
PS. There is a lot more truth to this than you think. And words cannot describe just how much of a dumbass dumbass was.