Trouble Times Two

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Tuesday

My phones barking ringtone wakes me up and Gibson's voice cuts through. He's shouting, he's at the party.

"Where are you?" He shouts loudly.

I groan quietly.

"I'm at Arthur and Courtney's apartment." I say before cutting the phone.

I fall back asleep and for a while, and everything gets peaceful. Some time later, I hear sirens and I know that Donovan's going to be in trouble.

I eventually am awoken to Howlett and a police officer standing over me, while Arthur wakes me up.

"Come on. You have to go to the police station." Howlett says. I look at Arthur who reassures me with a small nod.

I go to the door, put my phone in my pocket, get my coat and shoes on , then wait for the officer to take me to the car.

They put me next to Donovan, who's wasted. Probably the worst I've seen him with my own two eyes.

I'm realising that we're not really in any trouble, if we've been put together. That doesn't make me any happier.

We get there and they try to tire me out by making me wait in the room for 2 hours but I'm not in trouble and there's nothing they can do about it.

I'd given Howlett my coat because I knew they liked to heat up the interrogation room, make us sweat a little. The heat made me irritable at the best of time, and that's just when I was in my own space.

An officer walks in, he's not in uniform, probably to make me seem more comfortable. However, to me that means he's more important than those with one on, or he's just been on a stakeout.

"Hello. I'm Officer Tuckson." He says and flashes me a smile.

"Officer? Fat chance. I'm going with a detective but you said Tuckson." I reach into my pocket and slowly pull out a piece of paper. "Oh yeah that's you. Sergeant Timothy Tuckson."

"So you've done your research?" He definitely thinks I'm guilty of something.

"No. You see my social worker and my parole officer back home made sure I had intimate knowledge of the force. If I was in trouble, they made sure I knew who to go to. But honestly? The last place I'd come is here especially because I've done nothing wrong and yet you're using all your hottest tactics on me, trying to get to confess to nothing in particular."

I get up and walk to the door. I knock it so hard, the officer on the over side opens it.

Howlett's waiting outside.

"I said nothing. Not that I did anything anyway. I'm not letting some overzealous man who's trying to prove something by 'handling' me get any minute of my time." I know he has to wait up.

I wait outside the station and wait for Howlett but Donovan comes out instead.

I walk away when I notice two suspicious men walking up to us.

I step back, but they continue to come towards me so I try to walk the other back to the station. Unfortunately, we're cornered.

These people mean business because there's surveillance everywhere.

"Hello guys, what brings you two youngsters here?" A man, who's older than the rest of his entourage, asks us.

"Oh we're here on exchange." Donovan says and I hit him on the chest.

"Look we don't want any trouble." I say.

"Neither do we, so hand over your fucking stuff." The man's face changes so quickly. It's terrifying.