Not even a drug lord

But for these British undercover operatives, this is all in a day’s work. Meanwhile, here I am, living on a tiny Caribbean island, a mere 60 miles long by 48 miles wide (at low tide), with a population that could easily fit into one of London’s suburbs — and you want to tell me that with all our fancy blimp and “Eye-in-the Sky” surveillance gadgets — up to now, nobody can’t nail one lil’ drug lord? Or haul in two-three kidnappers?

But let’s not be unkind to our protective services. For weren’t they out in full force recently, ready to take down an unarmed Chief Justice? True or false?

JEROME AUDAIN

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