*Tallon*
This wasn’t the first time that I had been arrested, or even the first time I had been booked, but it was the first time I wasn’t confident that I would be out by morning.
Whoever was behind this setup was thorough. There was no doubt in my mind that there was evidence in the warehouse that I hadn’t seen before I attempted to make my escape.
The police let me sit in the stress of the situation for what felt like hours before finally getting me booked into my cell. From there, they quickly escorted me to an interrogation room.
It was pointless for them to try to question me. This wasn’t my first time dealing with the law, and I knew better than to talk to the police without my lawyer by my side.
I looked down at the ink staining my fingertips as the detective across the table spoke. I was barely paying attention as he introduced himself to me. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was going to try to play good cop. It wasn’t going to do him any good.
