Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Such a bad idea,” Shane muttered as he got out and slammed the door.
Agent number two was the one to let me out of the car, and he winced when he saw the blood all over my face and neck.
“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath.
I held my grin from forming, but only just barely.
It’d been a couple of hours now, and I still didn’t have my lawyer.
Though, I knew that she was there because there was constant yelling and commotion coming from the room beyond that had nothing to do with any prisoners.
“Tell me what happened, one more time, in your own words.”
I remained silent.
I didn’t say or do anything.
Hadn’t spoken a single word after I’d asked for a lawyer hours ago.
I knew how many seconds had passed since I’d arrived, too, because of the clock on the wall.
I was sweating my goddamn balls off, too, and my mouth was drier than the Sahara.
Though I wasn’t too surprised by the agent’s tactics.
This was interrogation one-oh-one.
Make the suspect uncomfortable and maybe he’ll talk.
Joke was on him.
I spent my entire life outside in the heat.
I’d been working in a metal shop in Texas heat for as long as I could remember.
They’d have to turn this up way hotter before I’d crack.
Was I sweating? Yes.
But not more than the man across from me asking me questions.
I yawned and considered taking a nap when Agent Moran’s anger got the best of him.
He shoved the table away from him so hard that it landed in my gut.
I refused to show that he’d knocked the wind out of me with that move seeing as I had nowhere else to go but the seat that was bolted to the floor. The seat that I was currently handcuffed to.
I looked at the agent with a bored expression and waited for his next move.
He’d already scraped me up pretty badly.
Now he’d shoved a table into my ribs and belly.
I couldn’t wait to use his own precious justice system against him and file a report of my own.
It’d make me smile, for sure, seeing that officer take my statement.
A knock at the door had us both looking in that direction.
“Uh, sir,” Shane reported. “There’s an angry mob of people outside right now that include a couple of camera crews. Not to mention the video of, um, us taking this one into custody just went viral. The lawyer is out there with the camera crew giving live commentary of the fact that we didn’t allow him due process…”
“Or read me my Miranda Rights. Or, actually, tell me I was under arrest. I’m still not sure I’m that,” I pointed out. “Let’s not forget the fact that you fucked my pretty face up. Y’all also broke my phone, which was a cool grand and a half. Then tried to leave my business open instead of letting me close it up. If someone had walked in there and stolen something, it would’ve easily cost y’all a fuck ton.”
Agent Moran’s eyes narrowed. “I know what you did. And I’m going to prove it.”
I raised a brow at him but didn’t comment.
“Let him go,” Agent Moran growled.
Shane looked nervously at me, and I raised my cuffed hands as far off the table as I could, jingling them when he didn’t get it done fast enough.
He looked nervous, and I liked nervous.
That meant that he wasn’t too sure about everything that was going on, and might be easily convinced if he had the right incentive.
I didn’t have any FBI agents on my side yet…
Agent Moran cursed and reached over, then yanked my arms toward him, purposefully causing me pain.
That would just be one more nail in his coffin.
If he was going to do illegal shit, he needed to do it in a sneaky way so he didn’t get caught. Because all of the shit he’d done today was easily trackable. And the right lawyer would put this motherfucker out of a job…
Moran uncuffed me and tried to shove the table at me again, but I was ready this time.
My hands caught the table before it could move an inch toward me.
This time, he was the one that got the table edge to the sternum and the wind knocked out of him.
He wheezed out a breath and looked scared for a second.
“Police brutality,” I mused. “You’re the reason that people are scared of the cops, motherfucker. Too much authority, too little of a dick to back it up.”
I stood up and headed toward Shane. “If you want me to wander around finding out your secrets, that’s fine. Or you could show me the way out.”
Shane swallowed hard. “Right this way, sir.”
I followed behind Shane who looked nervously over his shoulder quite a few times before he led the way to the main lobby.
Once we were there, I saw the entire place filled with people.