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southeast side of the city.
    When other cops questioned him about the lifestyle he lived, he claimed his wife made a lot of money at her job, and that he was a better money manager than they were. He added that he was also in the National Guard, and made money there. Cops are a suspicious bunch, and no one bought this explanation.
    One night while I was out to dinner with a couple of old-timers from the force, I heard them discuss the tight- knit group of friends Webster had and how they all lived above the standard a cop could normally afford. These guys had seen a lot in twenty-or-more years of law enforcement, and they knew that if it walked like a duck and quacked like a duck, it was probably a duck—even if you couldn’t prove it. I listened and watched.
    Webster had a friend who owned a towing company in the city. Often the friend would ride along when Webster worked at night, accompanying him on the calls he was assigned. Webster was known as a “shit magnet,” meaning he could get into some very hairy situations, so going on calls with him was always an adrenaline rush. The two friends went on vacations together and hung out often when they were not at work. Everyone was suspicious of the friendship.
    The towing company started to receive more than its share of tows from the crashes handled by the department, and the other towing companies complained. The department policy stated that there would be an automatic rotation of the towing companies selected by dispatch unless the drivers involved in a crash requested a particular company.
    When drivers did select the company, more often than not, they would request the towing company that belonged to Webster’s best friend. This was investigated over and over at the request of the rest of the towing companies in the city; however, nothing was ever found to be suspicious. This went on for several years.
    Webster was as adept at department politics as he was on the street, and started to get promoted up the food chain—first to sergeant, and then later tested for lieutenant. He was next in line to promote. He was once again sent to the narcotics strike force, this time as the supervising sergeant.
    The strike force flourished under his supervision: arrests went up, drug seizures went up. Under his tutelage, the strike force seized an unprecedented volume of vehicles used in narcotics transactions. The proceeds from the sales of those seized vehicles came back to the strike force after the courts upheld the seizures.
    Webster was a rising star in the department, on his way to at least assistant chief.
    That was when Webster’s personal life started to go to shit. His high-maintenance wife was having an affair, and he used strike-force wiretaps to monitor her phone conversations with her boyfriend illegally from his own home. He told me about the affair one day at a local clothing store where we both worked part-time providing security.
    He began dating, and later moved in with, one of the women who worked sales at a nearby cosmetics counter. After they broke up a few months later, she told me about the wiretaps he did at home and his addiction to painkillers. I did not believe her at first, but later it all fell into place.
    After his second stint on the narcotics strike force, Webster came back to patrol as a sergeant. He was still dealing with a lot of personal issues, and perhaps that made it harder to keep his extracurricular activities on the down low. It became clear that he had a personal investment in making sure that his buddy’s towing company received a majority of the tows from the department.
    I was present when he went up to another towing company’s driver and told him that he would arrest him if he did not leave an accident scene. He then convinced the driver to request his friend’s company, telling the driver that they were the best in the city.
    His interest was more than just looking out for a friend, that part was obvious. At the time, however,