Gas Pedal

The Police Station

(Camilla in the photo)

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Ben and I sat on opposite ends of the same bench in the police holding cell with Olivia pacing between us.

"We're entitled to a phone call, I know we are. I've seen Prison Break, I know how this works." Olivia fumed. She had her hands flying to her hair, disheveling it, every five seconds.

Ben had his fingers laced together and his elbows on his knees. He was hunched over, chin resting on the knuckles of his hands. I watched him for a minuet until his eyes fluttered shut and his nostrils flared with a calming sigh.

I tried to keep my cool, my legs crossed and leaning back against the cell wall, picking at my finger nails occasionally. However convincing my facade was, it didn't change the fact that my heart was galloping in my chest.

"We're minors. The rules are different." I said cooly without looking over at Olivia. She paused her pacing and peered at me long enough to draw my attention.

"Stop acting all high and mighty. Knowing the aftermath of getting arrested isn't something to be proud of." Olivia snapped. I raised a brow at her. I felt more confident in the way I held Olivia's stare and challenged her words considering that her evident dominance back at Hugo's auto shop did not carry into her character away from work.

"Camilla's right." Ben interrupted before I could experiment with taunting Olivia any further. "The police are going to make the phone call for us. We just have to give them a number."

He hadn't opened his eyes or moved his position and I noticed that a few beads of sweat were collecting across the tan skin of his forehead bordering his hairline. There were small signs in his hunched posture, the sweat on his face and the way he tapped his foot that proved to me that he was nervous as well. He just wasn't as good at hiding it as I was. Of course, he was better than Olivia.

"Who's number are we gonna give them?" Olivia asked, her question targeted at Ben who looked as if he were settling into some lucid calm.

"Who was it you mentioned earlier?" Ben asked, opening his eyes and tilting his head slightly to look at me. "The one you said would get us out of this?"

"Ada."

"We'll call Ada." Ben decided. He stretched himself out slowly, leaning back against the wall with his hands behind his head. "And we'll let her throw the dice." He added, more to himself it seemed.

I kept watching him, expecting him to say more, but he just closed his eyes again. Pretty soon, Olivia resumed her pacing and I joined Ben with my eyes closed and back against the wall, nearly falling asleep.

I was jostled back to alertness when there was the sudden metallic echoing of the cell bars being tapped by the officer who had arrested us.

He asked us for a phone number and I, without moving from my position, rattled off Ada's number. When the officer asked me who's number it was, I told him that it belonged to my aunt. I only hoped Ada would adapt if that wasn't her chosen identity. The officer dialed the number.

"Hello, this is Officer Aaron Banks and I'm calling on behalf of the Scottsdale Maricopa county police department. Can I ask who I'm speaking to?" The cop strode away from our cell, the phone pressed to his ear, and left us in silence as he exited through another door.