They say there's a first ti for everything, but I don't think I've ever looked forward to a first ti in the back of a police vehicle wearing cuffs.
"Man, I want to sleep."
I wasn't sure what they did to my car after hauling out of it, but I hoped it was alright.
"Probably at impound."
My mind was a ss at the mont. I had just been arrested for being found in possession of hard drugs, grams of cocaine to be precise yet I was thinking about sleep and my vehicle.
"Are you guys sure you want to be framing ? The penalty for that can be quite heavy, especially when you consider who I am."
The two n at the front went silent, and after a few seconds, I ca to a conclusion.
"It seems you already know who I am."
It wasn't long before we reached our destination. Roughly grabbed by the arm, I was taken out of the vehicle.
By this ti, the sun had begun to descend, but there was still light in the sky. My eyes narrowed as I noticed we weren't heading through the front. Instead, I was taken to the back of a police station.
My entry into the building was via a secluded path, and I was imdiately brought to a room where I was more thoroughly searched.
After they stripped of all my belongings, I was escorted straight into an interrogation room.
Chained to an iron chair, a black bag full of cocaine was dropped on the table in front of . Then the two officers began to leave.
"Hey, when do I get to call my lawyer?"
Unsurprisingly, I was ignored. With a sigh, I decided to focus on the current problem.
It was clear I was being targeted, and with all my dealings so far, only one thought ca to mind about who would try to fra despite my resources.
I wasn't sure of the na, but I was sure of the place, Michigan.
"Are they trying to collapse my deal with Google? How did they even find out about it?"
"Man, let's just get this over with."
To my left was a long screen on the wall, but I knew there was no one behind it. I had actually been left alone.
"You can't accuse a man of a cri without evidence."
I had no idea why they left the bag with , but raising my legs over the table, I sent it to a very safe place.
Not a full minute passed before several figures walked in, three people remained behind the screen, two n and a woman. anwhile, a thick woman, exuding authority, stepped into the room.
"Mr. Lawson," the woman called, taking the other side of the table and pulling a chair for herself.
"Could you please remain standing?" I asked politely, making her pause mid-motion.
"Why?"
"I want to keep staring at your curves. Better yet, why not turn around while we speak? I bet your cheeks are reality-breaking."
"So, in addition to being a drug dealer, you're also a pervert?" the woman said as she took her seat.
"I don't know anything about any drugs, and I'm not a pervert. I'm simply a man who appreciates creation. People can be so ungrateful at tis."
The woman before had short blond hair and a slim oval face. In her black uniform, her chest wasn't too eye-catching, but her ass was tight and very illegal.
"That's quite the viewpoint, Mr. Lawson, but that doesn't change reality or the fact that you're a criminal. You've broken the law and face the possibility of doing more than a decade in prison."
"You know, the governnt should consider adding baggy trousers for won like you. It won't take away your deadliness, but at least your backs won't be so criminally hypnotic."
My words didn't infuriate her or sour her expression. Instead, she nodded and turned toward the screen.
"Bring in the bag of cocaine."
"My na is Annie Armstrong, chief of this police branch, and I have a deal for you."
"Okay, I hear you. But why haven't I been given the chance to call my lawyer?"
"If you insist on bringing your lawyer, that will be done. But I advise you to listen to what I have to say first. There's no point escalating this matter. We could just solve it here among ourselves."
I wanted to bring in Nadia and have her deal with this issue, but my interest was piqued.
"Okay, what do you have for ?"
"We're aware of your affiliation with the drug cartel in Colorado, Mr. Lawson. We won't ask about your dealings here in Los Angeles, but we want you to cooperate with us. Your entire gang was taken out by soone, and we'd like to know who."
"Huh?"
"You were lucky not to have been present when your colleagues were killed. There's no reason to waste the chance you've been given."
"Listen, Annie, if you want dick, I have plenty of inches to give. But if you want drugs and the identities of killers, I'm not your guy. What drugs? What gang? What cartel?
Your officers called a dealer when they arrested , and you're doing the sa. This is slander, and if you continue with this, I'm going to sue you and this station for multiple millions."
"A bag full of cocaine was found in the trunk of your car. That's enough evidence to have you convicted as a drug dealer."
"What bag of cocaine?" I looked at her, confused.
"Bring it in," Annie said, looking toward the screen, leaning into her chair and watching with amusent.
Several seconds passed. No one ca through the door. Annie frowned for the first ti, got to her feet, and turned to leave.
"Call my lawyer and contact your superiors. I'm going to make an example out of you and your station, Mrs. Armstrong."
I took pleasure in watching the woman's butt as she headed for the door. Though the tightness of her uniform restricted any bounce, her cheeks swaying left and right were fulfilling.
"This is all so confusing," I told myself.
I thought this was just a casual drug setup, maybe connected to the rumours floating around and school, but it reached as far as Mike's drug business, which I had eliminated.
If this whole issue trailed to Colorado, then I had to get to the bottom of it. Also, I had to kill this matter and make sure it didn't get out. My deal with Google was still being processed, not yet signed.
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