WITH YOU LOT HERE

'You looking for anything in particular?' I said to the policeman closest to me..
I'd been watching him and his two colleagues walking towards me as I sat on the bench on a verge of the cyclepath near the chocolate factory in Greenbank.
'Drugs,' he said leaning one hand on the stick he'd used poking around the undergrowth.
'There's a syringe just down there,' I said.
He didn't bother looking.
'What it is,' he said, 'is the dealers hide the drugs along here so they don't have too much on them if they get caught.'
'Oh, you're after a stash then?'
'If they get caught with a lot on them it means prison time a small amount they get an on-the-spot fine. So they hide it along here so when a buyer comes along they pop in and out of the bushes and the deal's done in thirty seconds. You know what I mean?'
'It's a bit open isn't it?'
'There's a good place down there,' he said pointing with his stick in the direction of town. 'Nothing overlooks it and they can see up and down here if anyone's coming.'
'Good thinking.'
'So if you want any drugs you know where to look.'
'Thanks for the tip.'
'Don't quote me on that,' he said.
'I won't.'
'It's a serious problem...really.'
'I'm sure it is,' I said, 'with you lot here.'