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Santa Ana Mother Related Woman, Family Still Lives in Threat Of Death Following Two-Year Ordeal By PAT MICHAELS SANTA ANA (OCNS) — This is the fantastic, almost unbelievable story of a nightmare two years in length. It was lived by a Santa Ana mother of two — an undercover narcotics agent for Orange County law enforcement agencies — whose activities have been heretofore kept a closely guarded secret. This is the first time her work will have been told. Although OCNS has been given permission to tell her story, the woman's name must never be revealed. Even today — four months after that two-year ordeal of terror ended — her life is in danger. Some 20 hardened narcotics peddlers and addicts are presently serving time in San Quentin, Tehachapi and Chino state prisons as a direct result of her work. "Price on Her Head" She "fingered the heads, hypes and blasters" of Orange County. And the underworld of our communities has placed a price on her head as a result. If they could find out who she is, death would be quick and violent—not only for the former agent, but also, in all probability, for her husband and children. So even today, more than two years after the nightmare began, the vallant woman operative is still in danger. During those two years, she lived amidst narcotics users, was condemned by her neighbors (who still do not know her true role) as a narcotics addict, has been jailed, hounded by police unaware of her activities who know her only covered, and nobody can really see what you're doing. As long as they see the cigarette end light up, they think you're smoking." The woman did not inhale, but held the smoke briefly in her mouth and then pushed it out quickly in a swift, thick cloud. "Marijuana won't affect you if you do it that way," she says with confidence today. But that night, it was a dif-ferent story. She was frightened and unsure. "I didn't what would happen if I inhaled. And I was sure I because I was so mFrightened of possible sequences the girl says she nounced "I want to blast by myself. I don't like around when I blast." Almost too obligingly real, the suspect immediately drove the woman back to Ana. When he let her go the car, he announced will be $10 for five sticky girl paid the man and promising her that he furnish more if she want them. An immediate surveillance placed on the peddler we sold the woman her "They just couldn't pick up," she recalls. "They wait, see how often he wore the grove, catch him someone else was with suspicion wouldn't fall They had to catch him." So even today, more than two years after the nightmare began, the vallant woman operative is still in danger. During those two years, she lived amidst narcotics users, was condemned by her neighbors (who still do not know her true role) as a narcotics addict, has been jailed, hounded by police unaware of her activities who knew her only by her self-built reputation as a "head." The woman — a pert and attractive blonde who looks much like an average coed—lived her life of shame and degradation without recoupense. "I never received a dime," she told this reporter, "and I didn't want to be paid. I did it as my contribution to our area. I did it for my children — I wouldn't want them growing up in a community where narcotics are easy to obtain. I love my children." It all began, she told OCNS, when a law officer friend suggested that Sergeant Clint Wright of the Orange County Sheriff's Office was in need of an undercover agent. Wright heads county narcotics squads. No Pay for Her Work "I didn't know what I could do," the agent said, "but I met Sergeant Wright. He interviewed me several times and then he told me I might be able to help him out." That was when the woman was informed there would be no pay for her work, but the Sheriff's office would take care of her expenses. "I got a job in a cafe where I could meet lots of "heads" — They all congregated where I worked." A "head", according to underworld parlance, is a user of marijuana. "I was supposed to meet a peddler, gain his confidence and see if he'd supply me." The woman is attractive. The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. "I left my husband home with the children," she said, "but he didn't stay. We were going to be followed by Sgt. Wright and a carload of officers — just in case I didn't get things off to a good start." The husband placed the children in the care of relatives and joined Sgt. Wright in a squad car. "I was the binoculars man," he told OCNS. "I kept an eye on only for the former agent, but also, in all probability, for her husband and children. So even today, more than two years after the nightmare began, the vallant woman operative is still in danger. During those two years, she lived amidst narcotics users, was condemned by her neighbors (who still do not know her true role) as a narcotics addict, has been jailed, hounded by police unaware of her activities who knew her only by her self-built reputation as a "head." The woman — a pert and attractive blonde who looks much like an average coed—lived her life of shame and degradation without recoupense. "I never received a dime," she told this reporter, "and I didn't want to be paid. I did it as my contribution to our area. I did it for my children — I wouldn't want them growing up in a community where narcotics are easy to obtain. I love my children." It all began, she told OCNS, when a law officer friend suggested that Sergeant Clint Wright of the Orange County Sheriff's Office was in need of an undercover agent. Wright heads county narcotics squads. No Pay for Her Work "I didn't know what I could do," the agent said, "but I met Sergeant Wright. He interviewed me several times and then he told me I might be able to help him out." That was when the woman was informed there would be no pay for her work, but the Sheriff's office would take care of her expenses. "I got a job in a cafe where I could meet lots of "heads" — They all congregated where I worked." A "head", according to underworld parlance, is a user of marijuana. "I was supposed to meet a peddler, gain his confidence and see if he'd supply me." The woman is attractive. The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. "I left my husband home with the children," she said, "but he didn't stay. We were going to be followed by Sgt. Wright and a carload of officers — just in case I didn't get things off to a good start." The husband placed the children in the care of relatives and joined Sgt. Wright in a squad car. "I was the binoculars man," he told OCNS. "I kept an eye on only for the former agent, but also, in all probability, for her husband and children. So even today, more than two years after the nightmare began, the vallant woman operative is still in danger. During those two years, she lived amidst narcotics users, was condemned by her neighbors (who still do not know her true role) as a narcotics addict, has been jailed, hounded by police unaware of her activities who knew her only by her self-built reputation as a "head." The woman — a pert and attractive blonde who looks much like an average coed—lived her life of shame and degradation without recoupense. "I never received a dime," she told this reporter, "and I didn't want to be paid. I did it as my contribution to our area. I did it for my children — I wouldn't want them growing up in a community where narcotics are easy to obtain. I love my children." It all began, she told OCNS, when a law officer friend suggested that Sergeant Clint Wright of the Orange County Sheriff's Office was in need of an undercover agent. Wright heads county narcotics squads. No Pay for Her Work "I didn't know what I could do," the agent said, "but I met Sergeant Wright. He interviewed me several times and then he told me I might be able to help him out." That was when the woman was informed there would be no pay for her work, but the Sheriff's office would take care of her expenses. "I got a job in a cafe where I could meet lots of "heads" — They all congregated where I worked." A "head", according to underworld parlance, is a user of marijuana. "I was supposed to meet a peddler, gain his confidence and see if he'd supply me." The woman is attractive. The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. "I left my husband home with the children," she said, "but he didn't stay. We were going to be followed by Sgt. Wright and a carload of officers — just in case I didn't get things off to a good start." The husband placed the children in the care of relatives and joined Sgt. Wright in a squad car. "I was the binoculars man," he told OCNS. "I kept an eye on only for the former agent, but also, in all probability, for her husband and children. So even today, more than two years after the nightmare began, the vallant woman operative is still in danger. During those two years, she lived amidst narcotics users, was condemned by her neighbors (who still do not know her true role) as a narcotics addict, has been jailed, hounded by police unaware of her activities who knew her only by her self-built reputation as a "head." The woman — a pert and attractive blonde who looks much like an average coed—lived her life of shame and degradation without recoupense. "I never received a dime," she told this reporter, "and I didn't want to be paid. I did it as my contribution to our area. I did it for my children — I wouldn't want them growing up in a community where narcotics are easy to obtain. I love my children." It all began, she told OCNS, when a law officer friend suggested that Sergeant Clint Wright of the Orange County Sheriff's Office was in need of an undercover agent. Wright heads county narcotics squads. No Pay for Her Work "I didn't know what I could do," the agent said, "but I met Sergeant Wright. He interviewed me several times and then he told me I might be able to help him out." That was when the woman was informed there would be no pay for her work, but the Sheriff's office would take care of her expenses. "I got a job in a cafe where I could meet lots of "heads" — They all congregated where I worked." A "head", according to underworld parlance, is a user of marijuana. "I was supposed to meet a peddler, gain his confidence and see if he'd supply me." The woman is attractive. The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. "I left my husband home with the children," she said, "but he didn't stay. We were going to be followed by Sgt. Wright and a carload of officers — just in case I didn't get things off to a good start." The husband placed the children in the care of relatives and joined Sgt. Wright in a squad car. "I was the binoculars man," he told OCNS. "I kept an eye on only for the former agent, but also, in all probability, for her husband and children. So even today, more than two years after the nightmare began, the vallant woman operative is still in danger. During those two years, she lived amidst narcotics users, was condemned by her neighbors (who still do not know her true role) as a narcotics addict, has been jailed, hounded by police unaware of her activities who knew her only by her self-built reputation as a "head." The woman — a pert and attractive blonde who looks much like an average coed—lived her life of shame and degradation without recoupense. "I never received a dime," she told this reporter, "and I didn't want to be paid. I did it as my contribution to our area. I did it for my children — I wouldn't want them growing up in a community where narcotics are easy to obtain. I love my children." It all began, she told OCNS, when a law officer friend suggested that Sergeant Clint Wright of the Orange County Sheriff's Office was in need of an undercover agent. Wright heads county narcotics squads. No Pay for Her Work "I didn't know what I could do," the agent said, "but I met Sergeant Wright. He interviewed me several times and then he told me I might be able to help him out." That was when the woman was informed there would be no pay for her work, but the Sheriff's office would take care of her expenses. "I got a job in a cafe where I could meet lots of "heads" — They all congregated where I worked." A "head", according to underworld parlance, is a user of marijuana. "I was supposed to meet a peddler, gain his confidence and see if he'd supply me." The woman is attractive. The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. "I left my husband home with the children," she said, "but he didn't stay. We were going to be followed by Sgt. Wright and a carload of officers — just in case I didn't get things off to a good start." The husband placed the children in the care of relatives and joined Sgt. Wright in a squad car. "I was the binoculars man," he told OCNS. "I kept an eye on only for the former agent, but also, in all probability, for her husband and children." So even today, more than two years after the nightmare began, the vallant woman operative is still in danger. During those two years, she lived amidst narcotics users, was condemned by her neighbors (who still do not know her true role) as a narcotics addict, has been jailed, hounded by police unaware of her activities who knew her only by her self-built reputation as a "head." The woman — a pert and attractive blonde who looks much like an average coed—lived her life of shame and degradation without recoupense. "I never received a dime," she told this reporter, "and I didn't want to be paid. I did it as my contribution to our area. I did it for my children — I wouldn't want them growing up in a community where narcotics are easy to obtain. I love my children." It all began, she told OCNS, when a law officer friend suggested that Sergeant Clint Wright of the Orange County Sheriff's Office was in need of an undercover agent. Wright heads county narcotics squads. No Pay for Her Work "I don't know what I could do," the agent said, "but I met Sergeant Wright. He interviewed me several times and then he told me I might be able to help him out." That was when the woman was informed there would be no pay for her work, but the Sheriff's office would take care of her expenses. "I got a job in a cafe where I could meet lots of "heads" — They all congregated where I worked." A "head", according to underworld parlance, is a user of marijuana. "I was supposed to meet a peddler, gain his confidence and see if he'd supply me." The woman is attractive. The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. "I left my husband home with the children," she said, "but he didn't stay. We were going to be followed by Sgt. Wright and a carload of officers — just in case I didn't get things off to a good start." The husband placed the children in the care of relatives and joined Sgt. Wright in a squad car. "I was the binoculars man," he told OCNS. "I kept an eye on only for the former agent, but also, in all probability, for her husband and children." So even today, more than two years after the nightmare began, the vallant woman operative is still in danger. During those two years, she lived amidst narcotics users, was condemned by her neighbors (who still do not know her true role) as a narcotics addict, has been jailed, hounded by police unaware of her activities who knew her only by her self-built reputation as a "head." The woman — a pert and attractive blonde who looks much like an average coed—lived her life of shame and degradation without recoupense. "I never received a dime," she told this reporter, "and I didn't want to be paid. I did it as my contribution to our area. I did it for my children — I wouldn't want them growing up in a community where narcotics are easy to obtain. I love my children." It all began, she told OCNS, when a law officer friend suggested that Sergeant Clint Wright of the Orange County Sheriff's Office was in need of an undercover agent. Wright heads county narcotics squads. No Pay for Her Work "I don't know what I could do," the agent said, "but I met Sergeant Wright. He interviewed me several times and then he told me I might be able to help him out." That was when the woman was informed there would be no pay for her work, but the Sheriff's office would take care of her expenses. "I got a job in a cafe where I could meet lots of "heads" — They all congregated where I worked." A "head", according to underworld parlance, is a user of marijuana. "I was supposed to meet a peddler, gain his confidence and see if he'd supply me." The woman is attractive. The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. "I left my husband home with the children," she said, "but he didn't stay. We were going to be followed by Sgt. Wright and a carload of officers — just in case I didn't get things off to a good start." The husband placed the children in the care of relatives and joined Sgt. Wright in a squad car. "I was the binoculars man," he told OCNS. "I kept an eye on only for the former agent, but also, in all probability, for her husband and children." So even today, more than two years after the nightmare began, the vallant woman operative is still in danger. During these two years, she lived amidst narcotics users, was condemned by her neighbors (who still do not know her true role) as a narcotics addict, has been jailed, hounded by police unaware of her activities who knew her only by her self-built reputation as a "head." The woman — a pert and attractive blonde who looks much like an average coed—lived her life of shame and degradation without recoupense. "I never received a dime," she told this reporter, "and I didn't want to be paid. I did it as my contribution to our area. I did it for my children — I wouldn't want them growing up in a community where narcotics are easy to obtain. I love my children." It all began，she told OCNS，when a law officer friend suggested that Sergeant Clint Wright of the Orange County Sheriff's Office was in need of an undercover agent. Wright heads county narcotics squads. No Pay for Her Work "I don't know what I could do," the agent said，"but I met Sergeant Wright. He interviewed me several times and then he told me I might be able to help him out." That was when the woman was informed there would be no pay for her work，but the Sheriff's office would take care of her expenses. "I got a job in a cafe where I could meet lots of "heads" — They all congregated where I worked." A "head", according to underworld parlance，is a user of marijuana. "I was supposed to meet a peddler，gain his confidence and see if he'd supply me." The woman is attractive. The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. "I left my husband home with the children," she said，"but he didn't stay. We were going to be followed by Sgt. Wright and a carload of officers — just in case I didn't get things off to a good start." The husband placed the children in the care of relatives and joined Sgt. Wright in a squad car. "I was the binoculars man," he told OCNS．"I kept an eye on only for the former agent，but also，in all probability，for her husband和children." So even today，more than two years after the nightmare began，the vallant woman operative is still in danger．During these two years，she lived amidst narcotic users，was condemned by her neighbors（who still do not know her true role）as a narcotic addict，has been jailed，hounded by police unaware of her activities who knew her only by her self-built reputation as a "head." The woman — a pert and attractive blonde who looks much like an average coed—lived her life of shame and degradation without recoupense. "I never received a dime，”she said，"but I met Sergeant Wright．He interviewed me several times and then he told me I might be able to help him out." That was when the woman was informed there would be no pay for her work，but the Sheriff's office would take care of her expenses. "I got a job in a cafe where I could meet lots of "heads" — They all congregated where I worked." A "head”， according to underworld parlance，is a user of marijuana. "I was supposed to meet a peddler，gain his confidence and see if he'd supply me." The woman is attractive．The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. "I left my husband home with the children，”she said，"but he didn't stay．We were going to be followed by Sgt．Wright and a carload of officers — just in case I didn't get things off to a good start." The husband placed the children in the care of relatives and joined Sgt．Wright in a squad car. "I was the binoculars man，”he told OCNS．"I kept an eye on only for the former agent，but also，in all probability，for her husband和children." So even today，more than two years after the nightmare began，the vallant woman operative is still in danger．During these two years，she lived amidst narcotic users，was condemned by her neighbors（who still do not know her true role）as a narcotic addict，has been jailed，hoped by police unaware of her activities who knew her only by her self-built reputation as a "head." The woman — a pert and attractive blonde who looks much like an average coed—lived her life of shame and degradation without recoupense. "I never received a dime，”she said，"but I met Sergeant Wright．He interviewed me several times and then he told me I might be able to help him out." That was when the woman was informed there would be no pay for her work，but the Sheriff's office would take care of her expenses. "I got a job in a cafe where I could meet lots of "heads" — They all congregated where I worked." A "head”， according to underworld parlance，is a user of marijuana. "I was supposed to meet a peddler，gain his confidence and see if he'd supply me." The woman is attractive．The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. “I left my husband home with the children,”she said，“but he didn’t stay．We were going to be followed by Sgt．Wright and carload of officers — just in case I didn’t get things off to a good start.” The husband placed the children in the care of relatives and joined Sgt．Wright in a squad car. “I was the binoculars man，”he told OCNS．"I kept an eye on only for the former agent，but also，in all probability，for their relative．and see if he’d supply me．" The woman is attractive．The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. “I left my husband home with the children,”she said，“but he didn’t stay．We were going to be followed by Sgt．Wright and carload of officers — just in case they didn’t get things off to a good start.” The husband placed the children in the care of relatives and joined Sgt．Wright in a squad car. “I was the binoculars man，”he told OCNS．"I kept an eye on only for the former agent，but also，in all probability，for their relative．and see if they’d supply me．" The woman is attractive．The first part of the assignment was not hard to do. 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The couple drove to Stanton, while the husband watched through field glasses from the distance of the following car as the suspect pawed his wife. "It made me feel awful," he said. "I wanted her to quit right then." The couple stopped at an orange grove in Stanton. The suspect disappeared into an orange grove and returned a moment later, with a half-dozen marijuana cigarettes. "I was frightened to death," the girl recalls. "Sgt. Wright had taught me how to hold a marijuana cigarette and how to smoke one so it wouldn't affect me—just in case I had to. But I was afraid I'd forget how and really inhale." Describing the peculiar grasp of a marijuana cigarette, the girl held her hands cupped around an imaginary "stick." "Your mouth is almost HILGENFELD MORTUARY Faithful. Courteous. Service 120 E. Broadway, Anaheim PHONE KE 5-4105 Parent story. She was frightened and unsure. "I didn't know what would happen if I really shaled. And I was sure I would, because I was so nervous. Brightened of possible consequences the girl says she announced "I want to blast these myself. I don't like people sound when I blast." Almost too obliquely to be real, the suspect immediately drove the woman back to Santa Ana. When he let her out of the car, he announced "That will be $10 for five sticks." The girl paid the man and he left, promising her that he would furnish more if she should want them. An immediate surveillance was placed on the peddler who had told the woman her "sticks." "They just couldn't pick him up," she recalls. "They had to sit, see how often he went to the grove, catch him when someone else was with him so suspicion wouldn't fall on me. They had to catch him red-handed, though — the sticks actually in his hands." Marijuana Confiscated. Some three months later, Sheriff's officers reported the arrest of two men near Stanton and the confiscation of a quantity of marijuana which had been cached in an orange grower. By the end of that two months the volunteer agent — who wanted to do something for the area in which she lived — had made lots of "buys". She had purchased more than 50 sticks of the narcotic and had even made one buy of bulk quantities. Money for the transactions was furnished by the Sheriff's office. "But several times Clint didn't have any money," the former agent recalls. "I would set up a buy, but the office wouldn't go through with it because Sgt. Wright had used up all of his budget, and he couldn't get any more. I understand he even had to take donations from people in order to make some of the buys — and later make the arrests — which we actually did negotiate." Buying marijuana became almost mechanical to the attractive agent by the end of the two months. However, a new threat to her welfare loomed. It was a dangerous threat that couldn't be combated in any way. Condemned by Neighbors "Some of the peddlers and heads knew where I lived," she recalls. "Sometimes they came by the house to deliver the sticks." Having odd-looking characters come to your home is not conducive to neighborhood public relations. "It wasn't long before the neighbors became suspicious." One night, when she expected a narcotics peddler, the doorbell rang. The husband hid in a specially-prepared closet. "I got the shock of my life when I answered the door," she said. "A couple of Santa Ana police officers were on the steps." The officers were investigating a complaint that a "tea party" → marijuana was taking place at their home. "We knew then," today, "that our would never be the first From now on, we were on the block." The managed to send away, but she knew still, and would continue inquisitive about it and the goings-on after "I talked to Sgt. Wit it," she said, "but there was nothing we about it. We could Santa Ana police be going on for reasons. And actual pointed out, it was her heads and peddler thought the heat was wouldn't be suspicious." 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And actually, Clint pointed out, it was better if the heads and peddlers actually thought the heat was on — they wouldn't be suspicious of me." The woman said she agreed to let the Santa Ana officers think she was a narcotics addict. And that's when a triple life of terror began. To the unknowing Santa Ana police, the woman was a narcotics suspect, even though she was working peshaps more valiantly than they to uncover the sin of the marijuana underworld. Harassed by Police "The Santa Ana police put both my husband and me under surveillance," she said. "When we came out of our driveway, our license number would be broadcast to other cars through-out the county. The police wanted reports on where we were and what we were doing." The former agent points out that narcotics addicts monitor police calls and it placed the woman in high esteem with them. "But it was awfully rough on us. One time we were driving through Orange on our way to a drive-in movie when the Orange police came up behind us and stopped us. They shook us both down and held us for almost a half-hour while they radioed Santa Ana for a check on us. It was part of the harassment they give every suspected narcotics offender." "I was on my way to work one morning," the husband recalls (he is employed in a north-county factory), "and my sister was along. We passed a police car and then came to a stop light. While we stopped at the light I told my sister that I'd bet the policeman would give us a ticket. Just as we started up, the police car came up behind us and flashed his light. He gave me a ticket for going through the light we had just stopped at. My sister was flabbergasted, but I didn't tell her why it had happened. If I were a cop, I'd probably have done the same thing to anybody I thought was mixed up with narcotics." 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