The Muffin Man ✓

The Perp Walk

In the Sunnyville Police station Harry went through the standard arrest procedure. His mug shot was taken, he was fingerprinted. They took his personal belongings.

Harry cussed throughout the entire process.

"You got a dirty mouth, you know that?" Liam said.

"Bite me!"

"Shut up, punk!"

They locked Harry in a cell. "You'll be sorry!" Harry yelled.

"Never!" Liam was beside himself with absolute joy. He boasted and strutted around the station. "I got the son of a bitch. Fill out the report, Zayn."

"Boss," Zayn whined. "I'm still in pain here. My head is hurting like hell and so are my bal--"

"Oh suck it up and take it like a man," Liam said. "A real cop takes a licking and keeps on ticking. I've had many injuries in the line of duty and I keep on going. I expect no less from my boys."

"Yes, boss." Zayn limped off to his desk to start on that report while wishing he had kept his old job at his uncle's liquor store.

Emma pulled up to the police station, feeling totally pissed. The idea of Harry talking to what he thought was a hooker made her blood boil. Why the hell was he talking to a hooker? And an ugly one at that? Okay, so she turned out to be Payne working undercover but that's besides the point. Harry had her, he didn't need a damn hooker. She was going to deal with him later but for now she had to get his dumbass out of jail.

Emma looked in the mirror and fluffed out her hair, then she stepped out of the car and went into the station to play the part of the desperate wife.

"Oh my God!" Emma wailed to the receptionist at the desk. "Where is my poor husband? I want him out of here now!"

Zayn was the first to approach her. Actually he hobbled. She already knew how that happened, it went with the knot on the head that Harry had given him.

"Where's my man?" Emma demanded to him. "What did you do to him?"

Zayn's eyes dropped to her belly. "I knew it."

"What? Where's my Harry? If you so much as touch a hair on him I will sue the hell out of this place! What? What are you looking at?"

Zayn pointed at her flat belly. "So when's the due date, Mommy?"

Oh shit! Emma's hand automatically went to her belly. Oh crap crap crap! She forgot all about that fake pregnancy when she and Harry hid the pot under her top. Damn!

"So what was really underneath your shirt, Mrs. Styles?" Zayn went on. "I'll just bet it was pot you were hiding that day, wasn't it?"

Emma bristled. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh I think you do, sister," Liam said as he came up to them, looking like his usual old uptight ass self, Emma thought. "We got you on Cops with that big fake belly. We saw you days before, no belly. Just like now. Now you see it, now you don't."

"It's the case of the Disappearing Fake Tummy." Zayn said.

"Maybe we oughta haul her in, too," Liam sneered. "Whadaya think, Zayn?"

"I agree."

"The hell you will," Emma snarled. "Just try it, you overblown douchebags. You have nothing on me."

"Ah, but we do have something on your husband," Liam said while standing menacingly close to Emma. "He sold me some pot, you little sneak. That's all the evidence I need."