By Robmacz
I headed home for the last time. Once there I took a last look round, kinda like when you move home from college and take a last look at where you lived as a student. Would I ever see this place again? Probably not. I got changed, putting on a t-shirt and some jeans that I had earlier poured whisky on so they would smell. I picked up a half bottle of whisky, the manila envelope containing the small packages of coke, and the larger bundle. Then I retrieved Billy’s pistol from where I had safely hidden it.
Down in the garage I smashed the rear light, so that it would cause attention and then I put the gun and drugs on the floor by the passenger seat and left the whisky close at hand. I headed off it was about 7.30 in the evening. I drove around for about 15 minutes before I saw a police car parked on the side of the road. Two cops were just getting in with their coffees. I put my foot down and started to drive erratically. It was not long before I saw flashing lights behind me. I knew where I was heading– Pierre’s, the restaurant where Billy took me several months before. I knew there would be a pile of expensive cars lined up outside.
As we approached I saw that there weren’t any pedestrians around. I drove into the first car, clipping the back and knocking it into the next one and so on. I then turned into the last car and came to a juddering halt. I quickly guzzled from the whisky bottle, and the police car came screeching to a stop. Two officers got out, guns drawn.
‘Get out of the car, get out of the car. Now!’
I opened the door. I wasn’t hurt, nor was anyone else. I was quite proud of myself that I had executed a controlled crash like that. However, I staggered a bit for the sake of appearances. ‘Hands on your head, walk towards me,’ one of the cops ordered. I was fully compliant, doing exactly as I was told. ‘Down on your knees.’ I got down as ordered and quickly felt my right arm being cuffed and then both arms being wrenched from my head and a cuff snapped around my left wrist. I was in custody.
As one cop cuffed me, the other one went to look in my car.
‘Hey Charlie, check this out.’
I was hauled to my feet and led to the car, where the other cop had found the coke.
‘Looks like we got ourselves a dealer, and he’s carrying too. Let’s get some transport for him and seal off the scene.’
By now there were people watching what was going on. Some of the customers from Pierre’s were coming out to look at their damaged cars. I didn’t care. I was being taken to the waiting police car and bundled in the back. I sat there for a while before other cops turned up. It was like I was an exhibit in a museum. Everyone came to look at me. Eventually another cop arrived and hauled me out of the car before putting me in the back of another one. He then jumped into the driver’s seat and headed off.
I was taken to the main police station in town, which was right next to the country jail. The police car pulled up to the rear of the building and was let in through a gate at the back before driving further to park right outside a door. The cop came around and grabbed my arm to help me out. I was taken into the building.
This place was busy, not like the police station when Billy arrested me. This was the real deal. There were drunks and dropouts as well as ordinary looking guys, most of them still handcuffed either behind their back or to the seat they were on. I was taken straight up to the desk; it looked like they were expecting me. The officer who escorted me in spoke first and confirmed I had been arrested for possession of an illegal substance, DUI, and illegal possession of a firearm. The cop behind the desk took my personal details before calling another officer over and telling him to get me processed and ready for the detectives.
A couple of minutes later I was standing in a cubical stripping off. My clothes were being bagged and sealed for forensics. I wondered if they would notice the precum stains on my briefs where I had been leaking ever since the cops slapped the cuffs on my wrists. The officer handed over the same type of uniform I had worn before, orange scrubs, with INMATE on the legs and MONTGOMERY COUNTY JAIL on the back, white boxers, white socks, and slides. It felt good to get them back on again. He cuffed me behind my back and then bent down to fix legcuffs on my ankles. He grabbed my right arm and escorted me down a corridor to a holding cell. It was small, with just a wooden bench. As I entered the door slammed behind me.
‘Sit down, someone will be with you soon.’
I did as I was told. They hadn’t even taken the cuffs off, but I didn’t mind.
A short time later some detectives appeared at the bars. I looked up and said I wasn’t going to say anything without my lawyer. They mentioned something about arranging a public defender and seemed taken aback when I told them my lawyer was Mike. He was one of the best attorneys in town and quite expensive.
Not long after that I was shown into a room where Mike was waiting. It was a bare room with a table and a few chairs. The table had a d-ring with a pair of handcuffs attached. My hands were unlocked from behind me and then put into these cuffs so I was locked to the table. The officer left the room and I was alone with Mike.
‘Well, it’s too late to back out now. I hope you’re still okay with this.’
I smiled. ‘I sure am.’
‘Did I ever tell you, orange suits you,’ he winked. ‘Okay, down to business.’
He got up and went to the door and called in the detectives.
‘My client wishes to exercise his right to remain silent at this stage.’ He put his hand up to stop the protest that was about to come from one of the detectives. ‘However, he is willing to offer some certain information which I think both you and the DA will find useful. Please have the DA meet us here tomorrow morning and we can talk more then.’
With that he looked over at me, smiled, and left the room.
I was immediately cuffed behind my back and taken to a cell, where I was told to kneel on the bunk to get my legcuffs removed. Then the bars were slid shut and I was ordered to put my hands through the slot and have my cuffs removed. It was now quite late and despite just sitting down for the last few hours I felt incredibly tired. I lay down on my bed and must have gone straight to sleep, because the next thing I remember was waking up with a start as the guard ordered me up to collect my breakfast tray through the slot. ‘Eat up, DA wants to see you in 30 minutes.’
To be continued…
