ASP Crack Den: Another house (directly outfront Cory's air here) along the Rocky Lefts laneway was the scene of an even stranger meeting when a drug task force got some bum information in the late 90s. Turned out a syndicate of Australian and Hawaiian gentlemen were planning to sail a yacht chockas with mull and had been using the house as their base. On finding a phone tap, they departed their abode a week earlier than planned.
(The story changes depending on who you speak to, but the basic gist is) Somehow the ASP wound up renting the swish pad almost straight away, probably couldn't believe their luck with their great last minute accommodation deal.
Around breakfast time - as officials and beancounters were enjoying their marmalade, macadamia coffee and daily ablutions - the Feds bashed through doors, crashed through windows in full regalia and held them at gunpoint, yelling, screaming, demanding to know where "the shit" was.