TOTALLY TRUE

Operation Bumble Bee

The time I got raided by the drug squad at 4 am

Not me. But quite a good representation of the state my hair was in. Image by wayhomestudio on Freepik

“It’s the police!”

My bank robber boyfriend’s shout jolted me awake at 4 am. He hopped on one leg, struggling to get into his jeans amid the noise of repeated bangs and doorbell rings.

“What do we do?” asked Chris, with panic in his eyes.

“Well, let them in,” I replied, wondering quite why he hadn’t thought of that himself.

Thirty seconds later, there was a policeman in my bedroom who, point blank, refused to get out and let me dress in privacy.

I suppose they thought there was a risk I might fling myself out of the window or flush my vitamins down the toilet.

I discovered later that the police had been watching my house for weeks. Their intrusion even had a name: Operation Bumble Bee.

I know you know what a bumble bee is. But I thought the text needed breaking up. Image by wirestock on Freepik

The night before the raid, I’d received a phone call from an acquaintance.

“Annie, it’s Bubba. Can I have a bed for the night?”

“Sorry, I’m all full, Bubba.”