A Little Bit Ruthless

9

3 hours in this shit hole holding cell! Why the hell did I turn myself in again?

Oh yeah.

To clear my damn name. God I could be at home right now shooting up...no I don't need that shit. Dad said I've come too far and I have, I'm a fucking cop,sort of.

Life was great until Izabella came along ruining my nice little set up I had. Bust a couple small town drug dealers, get an endless supply of my stuff. Fuck!

A sudden shiver runs up my spine as my right arm burns and aches for that liquid fire I crave.

The moment I show Jason these pictures I'll be cleared and go back to-

The jingle of keys comes closer to the cell I'm in breaking my train of thought,"Get up." He barks.

"I didn't do it." I snap rising from the cot. Pulling the pictures from my pocket tossing them at his feet, he scoops them up flipping through the stack.

"What is this?"

"You said you wanted proof right? Well there you have it, let's get this bitch." Clapping my hands together ready to leave he shoves me backwards.

"No, that's not what I meant. I took you off this case so now you're stalking people.

"Wh-what no! I-I'm trying to h-help you- get the hand cuffs off of me!" I panic trying to fight him off.

"Now you're resisting arrest, Calvin you are digging yourself a bigger hole here just sit still." He roars slamming me down on the ground. "Next move is a taser do you understand?"

"I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes." I whimper. This is some shit.

"So get this Hannibal, Derek will be at the Pub tonight. Guy turned into a bar gangster, you know the type to sit in the back of places surrounded by security,women, and unopen bottles."

"Hm. Little Sadist, what of our friend Calvin?"

"What about her?"

"Something isn't sitting right with me about her, we should get her out."

Pulling over on the side of the highway gripping the steering wheel I bite down as hard as I can on my tongue. He really just said post bail for a crazy ass lady who has been stalking me forever!

"Not no Hannibal but hell no! Why would you even suggest that?"

"You ready to listen now?" He asks tapping his hand patiently on his knee.

Puffing out a breath I nod for him to continue,"Good, I have a plan but you have to follow my instructions exactly."

"Alright." I'm game for any plan if it'll get her off my case..she's getting too close to pinning these murders on me and I can't have that just yet.

"How familiar is it to be back in this exact seat, huh jason?"

"Shut up." He's become increasingly cold over the past couple minutes. I thought showing him those pictures would get me back on the case but I haven't gotten so much as a thank you from this guy.

"When you took these photos, did you hear what was being said?"

"No."

"Fucking Calvin did you even look at the pictures you took?!"

Shit I didn't, maybe I should've.

"Uh uh."

He slides the packet across the table digging in his pocket for a cigarette.