Came home from a nice visit with my best friend. There were 3 police cruisers and a firetruck in the parking lot. The girl that lives under me and 3 African guys were cuffed and facing the wall. The girl was the same one who started stalking my friend. Wasn't sure what was going on. Lucky one of the officers remembered me from when I was a dispatcher. It was great that he told me what was going on. Turns out that the girl had all the elements of a crack house in her apartment...porn running on tv, 5 people crowded into a small one bedroom apartment in the dark, crack smoke in the air, pipes in people's crotches, lots of cash, powder cocaine and the stuff to turn it into crack. Was told she was "servicing someone". They were expecting a dealer and so one of the guys opens the door...to the police instead. My policeman friend said she is well known at his substation as her own daughter turned her mother in for drugs...her daughter is in foster care. About to get her daughter back but not anymore. She was bad.