About two hours after the three police cars were on my street my husband said I should have a look down the street. I threw a sweater on, and put some shoes on my feet. I went outside, and to the sidewalk.
And wouldn't you know it, while we were in the back lane, the same time the police were sitting on the front street, there was a cab parked in the lane. Cabs do not park in back lanes to pick up or drop off regular fares. They park in back lanes when the fares are running illegal product. Bicycles and cabs. Thats how drugs move, well, in the North End anyway.