I've heard that story before, the one about the cheese/cocaine, told in a lecture. I think it happened quite a while ago. There was some point to telling us, as well, although I can't remember what it was meant to illustrate.

I figure it was probably meant to impress upon you all that Criminals are Really Stupid, by and large.

What I'm curious about is how, in all the gin joints in all the world, did this woman stumble across a 'hit man' who was actually an undercover police officer? It makes me wonder if perhaps she was being surveiled for some reason. someone was being surveiled, if not that woman.

Chantal

If you were a real hitman, would you take up that offer? Client is batcrap crazy, no money in advance and no certainty that the client would ever get money or pay up if she did.

I suspect she asked acquaintances to recommend someone. Any of them with real contacts saw no profit in this. One who was a police informer told the police.

Yeah, that makes sense. I was wondering, because usually, a hitter would demand his money up front, rather than trusting to the client to pay him in coin that the client doesn't yet have. That's a great way to get yourself killed if the client decides not to pay up afterward.

So yep, probably an informant.

I also bet that this woman's lawyer will try to do an insanity plea--because the woman clearly does have some sort of sociopathic disorder. I doubt that 18 year-olds, even greedy ones, are quite as bloodthirsty as this woman was.

Chantal

LOL what idiot would mistake queso fresco for cocaine??

I don't know! I mean it's about the consistency of mozzarella or feta, isn't it? It looks nothing like cocaine.

But I'll bet it tastes a heck of a lot better. (g)

Chantal