I watched as they put Beyonce into the back of the police car and Joi went a little wild. "Wait wait wait, don't take her away. I'ma take care of her. She ain't mean to run."
"Ur a police officer, u know the drill." One of the officers said to her. I guessed she didn't know these cops personally.
"Can't we just settle this in a private manner. She doesn't need to be taken to jail."
"She's not goin to jail. She's goin to prison."
"Prison?" She looked at me a little confused and I jumped into the conversation.
"Don't ya'll think that's a little drastic?"
"Evadin the police is a felony. Thank u for your time but we have to go." They left and Joi ran into the house. I followed her to see what she was doin. She picked up the phone and dialed some number. Before she began to speak Quis came down the steps rubbin his eyes. It was twelve somethin and he had to go to school tomorrow.
"Hey man what u doin up?"
"Is Beyonce here yet?"
"Yeah but somethin came up, why don't u go back upstairs and get u some sleep before school."
"I tried to."
"Well watch tv then," I said grabbin the remote and turnin it on for him. I handed the remote to him and i walked back to the kitchen to find Joi standin there with the phone still in her hands. She didn't have it against her ears. She was just holdin it. She looked like she had been defeated.
"What's up?"
"My Sargent is such an asshole. He won't even help me out. They not even takin her to my precint either. She's goin downtown."
"Downtown."
"Yep, they gone book her and everythin."
"Damn...Ain't nothin u can do?"
"I'ma go down there and raise some hell."
"I wanna go to."
"Ahight, I'll drop Quis off at Janelle's."
When we got to Janelle's apartments, it seemed to take Joi forever to come back to the car. When she finally did, she sped off in a rage. "I sware that b!tch gone make me do somethin wicked to her ass. Askin me all them damn questions. Ain't nobody question her ass when she needed me to hold her hand when she got them ten abortions." I knew not to comment so I just shook my head and sat along for the ride.
It took about twenty minutes with the way Joi was drivin to get down to the Atlanta precinct. When we got there, we had to be patted down and Joi showed her badge and she was allowed to keep her gun on her. We walked to the front desk and talked with some secretary. I don't think I had ever been locked up down here. I been to jail but prison? No sir. The lady told us that she wasn't up for bond yet and she hadn't even been fingerprinted or pictured so we would have to wait until then.
The longer we waited the more I thought about how this situation was my fault. I should have listened to her and gave her the benefit of the doubt. I sat my head in my hands and we sat for another ten minutes which totaled the hour we had been there. When another ten minutes passed, Joi got up and asked if the head officer was in and she wanted to speak with him. That took another thirty minutes and we finally got to see him.
We walked with him to his office not even ten steps from the front desk so I couldn't figure out what took so damn long. We sat down and waited for him to talk. He took a large gulp from his cup and then he began.
