Running With The Gang Leader

Five

Rebecca

My heart was beating a million miles an hour, and it blocked out any other sound.

I sat between two huge men, with a man and a woman behind me, and two more men in the front two seats. My mind was racing. All I could think of was, what will happen to me? What will my future be? Will I even have a future?. If I went to jail, I doubt I'd ever get out. I'd killed a federal agent for fuck sake. And there was nothing I could do. No one could help me. I was alone. For who knows how long.

My breath was rushing out of me in harsh exhales. The man on the right of me raised an eyebrow, then continued to ignore me. All of a sudden, tears were prickling my eyes, then I was sobbing. My hands were handcuffed in front of me, and I buried my face in them. The callouses scraped against my skin, but I didn't acknowledge it.

I felt my body sway to the left, then back. I hearing depleted, and I felt my eyes roll back, then nothing.

***

I startled awake.

The room I was in was all white, and incredibly cold. Mirrors boarded the top half of all the walls, and I knew immediately I was in interrogation. A clock ticked away loudly on the wall in front of me. Before I could comprehend the situation I was in, the door to my left opened, and in walked an unfamiliar man. He was tall and thin, with a receding hair line and frown lines, a clear indication of his age.

"Hello Rebecca." His voice was unsettling, with a deep rumbling baritone. He sat across from me, and I pulled againg the handcuffs keeping me at the table. I didn't say anything in response.

"I'm here to inform you of your rights which, at this stage, are nearly non-existent. You are suspected of the murder of Benjamin James, a Federal agent." Before he could continue, I interrupted.

"Suspected?" His eyes widened a fraction, as if he realized he had fucked up.

"I meant, you were arrested for the murder of Benjamin James. Anyway, you will be put to trial, with a defense lawyer. If you cannot afford one, one will be-" I cut him off.

"I know my rights!" My little outburst went unfazed by him.

"Well, since you already know your rights, I guess I'm not needed here." Before I could say anything, he got up and left.

I lay my head against the cool table. Suspected? They only suspected I had killed him, which meant they had no hard evidence. They can only hold me 24 to 96 hours if I'm suspected of murder, or they actually have to charge me with the crime. Which if they have no evidence, they can't. I continued staring at the wall, my mind subconsciously playing with the pocket in the middle of my jumper, before just shoving my hands into it.

After a few minutes, I felt something digging into my hand, and fumbled with the object. I assumed I'd been searched before being thrown in here, actually, I'm surprised I hadn't been forced to change. But the object in my pocket was tiny, barely noticeable.

My eyes widened once I realized what it was. This jumper was the one I'd been wearing the night we went on the run. The small object was the intercom I'd been wearing that night, to talk to JJ. They always worked, if the person running it had WiFi. I just had to figure out how to put it in withought any of the four cameras seeing me.

I rattled my hands on the table, then rested my head sideways against them. I wriggled my hand until it reached my ear, and pushed the little ear piece in.

I waited a few minutes, then sat back up and looked around the room. I placed my face in my hands, as if frustrated, so the cameras wouldn't see my mouth moving.

"Hello? Hellloooo? Is any one there?" I whispered into my hands. Silence.

"Hello? Anyone? JJ? Ryan?" Still, no response. I sighed, know I had all the time in the world to do this.

""JJ, are you there? JJ?." Argh. I felt tears prickle again, and smacked my forehead.

Just as I was about to ask again, a voice cracklec through on the other end. "Rebecca?" It was faint, but it sounded like JJ and someone else.

I struggled to keep my excitement from showing on my face.

"JJ, oh my god, it's so good to hear your voice. Oh god, I think I'm gonna cry." It took a second for his reply to come through.

"What's happening? Have they told you anything?" Different voices began to shout over each other. I smiled at the thought.

"They have no proof." Was all I said. Everyone quickly quieted down. JJ's stuttered response came through. "What?".

I relayed what the man had told me to the others, than waited as they began to talk over each other.

"Well, I guess it's a waiting game then. Just don't tell them anything. We'll be here the whole time." Zamon's reassuring voice announced over the others. I smiled, even though he couldn't see me. I thought about seeing Hunter again, and excitement lit up my stomach.

I remembered then that Hunter and Zamon were half brothers. They shared a mother, one that Zamon hardly knew. I then realized that I still had the photo of their mother in my bag.

"Zamon, have you gotten our stuff back yet?" My worried voice carried through the room.

"I'll get someone to go get the car now." I distantly heard as the door opened and two men walked through the door, followed by someone I was astonished to see.

"Good to see you again, Rebecca." I stared at Jason, as in Zamon's father, who I hadn't seen in month's, in shock.