“What? Do I get a new car?” I could feel my own lips crack at the sad jest. Even though I knew it wasn’t helping my cause, Taz deserved whatever I could throw at him at this point. And let’s be honest here, I could sure as hell use a new car after the joyride in my daddy’s ill-gotten Prius.
“Sadly, my dear,” Taz began, “you won’t be driving anywhere for a very long time.” Apparently, my voyage from the precinct to County wasn’t going to count. He stood up from the chair smoothly and suavely, gathering the folder into his treacherous hands. “This heat is killer. You want something to drink?”
He chuckled, rolling his eyes. I’d really begun to hate that smile. “You know, I think a little sobriety might do you some good, Sammy.”
“Yeah, and so would a cigarette.”
Another pity laugh reverberated out. “I’ll see what I can do for you.”
I’m sure you will. The two-faced cop strutted out of the room, the ugly door latching behind him and sealing my fate inside. For a second I prayed that this would be the last time I’d ever see him. But I soon realized that once he was gone for good, life as I knew it would be over, and there’d be no one left even remotely on my side. I wondered if that would be such a bad thing, and simultaneously pondered over who exactly was on my side to begin with.
Who knows? I might meet a really nice boy in lock-up…
Now that was something I could look forward to.