Jamie Peterson's Journal

[Rachel]

((Posted as Jamie Peterson))

After leaving the courthouse, I stopped and picked up a lockable journal. As a free spirit now with Liam gone, I intend to enjoy life. I still want to continue my career as a singer and dancer, but I have enough money now that I'll never have to worry.

Liam had a iron grip over me. He told me if he ever caught me with another man, he'd put me out on the street penniless. I know that might have been part of the reason Brittany killed him, in spite of me saying no.

On Friday I spent $100 for my first massage at the Carnegie Hill Spa. Jason Maloney truly has those soft wonderful hands that Lindsay described in her weekly column. I tipped him quite nicely and scheduled a massage every week with Jason for now on.

Amy Smart, a New York Life Insurance agent, met with me the other day and handed me a check for one million dollars. That was the policy Liam took out for me incase anything ever happened to him. I plan a nice shopping spree this weekend where I can buy some stuff Liam would have never approved.

[Rachel]

((Posted as Jamie Peterson writing in her private journal))

Lindsay Davis set up our meeting with Lisa Cohen at Central Park during their run. I told Lisa why I was concerned about Tiki Boyd, a man who keeps trying to sell me drugs.  She agreed to have undercover agent, Roy Ravelle, there with me on Tuesday night where I'd be doing my song and dance routine at the Oasis Men's Club.

Roy met me at my place two hours before I planned to leave for the Oasis. He fixed me up with a wireless type ear bud and a wire to record everything said between Tiki and me. He gave me five one hundred dollar bills that were marked that I could use to purchase the drugs from Tiki while the FBI agents watched and listened in.

Sure enough, Tiki was waiting out front of the Oasis and ushered me in to the bar. Roy followed us inside and took a seat at the other end of the bar. This time Tiki offered me a free nickel bag sample of the marijuana he was pitching. I pressed the issue and purchased five dime bags for $500 dollars.

As soon as he traded me the grass for the money, Roy closed in along with Agent David Moore. Tiki tried to escape but Roy tripped him and cuffed him on the floor while Moore flashed his bag and yelled "FBI".

Turns out Boyd negotiated a plea bargain where he'll testify against his source, a Columbian  war lord that lives here in Manhattan, Andre Polario. Polario was arrested on Friday after they raided the Brooklyn docks warehouse where he stores all those drugs.

I just hope Tiki never returns to New York City looking for me.