On Len the Fish

Len the Fish has been supplying the Kings Lynn area with high-class illegal substances for nigh on fifteen years.

Whatever you want, crack, smack, cake, amphetemines, pot: Len the Fish is your man. We first became aware of him in the early nineties, when he bumped off Alan "Big Smoke" Smith in a disused swimming pool in downtown Fakenham. Rumour goes, they were under the surface of that pool for three whole minutes trying to get the better of one another. Only one man came to the surface that day, and that's how Len came by his empire, and his nickname.

Since then, Len has expanded his operations and is now a major international drugs baron. Shipments arrive regularly at his base in Cromer, from where they're disseminated all over the UK. The government has never been able to nail Len. His web of lies is tangled so deep that no-one has ever been able to find the bottom.

I spot him handing JB a massive reefer under the counter at the village pub. The thought of busting the biggest dealer this side of Peterbrough is appealing, but I can't afford to blow my cover. "No charge", Len announces, smiling.

Yep, the first one is always free, isn't it.