My Life In Code

17. Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History

Chapter 17

Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History

I wasn't the only one who ended up with handcuffs around my wrists.  Three other German police officers barged into our hotel room and went straight for Max and the guys.  They looked at them in alarm and jumped up from the couch.  That's when they noticed that I was handcuffed, too.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Max yelled, his eyes on me.  "Get her out of those!"

"You're coming with us," the one officer said from behind him.  He grabbed his wrists, cuffing him. 

They dragged the four of us out the door and toward the emergency stairwell.  All of us went down in a line, one behind the other.  Apparently we were bypassing the lobby of the hotel to avoid all the drama that would have ensued, seeing four guests being arrested. 

But then again, no one said that we were under arrest, which I found kind of suspicious.

"Are we under arrest?" I asked.  "You've never really said."

"You are not under arrest," the one officer holding onto my bound wrists said. 

"Then why are we handcuffed by police?" Max asked from behind me.  "You could have just asked us to come with you.  No need for the theatrics."

"This is the best way."

We ended up behind the hotel where two black SUVs were sitting, waiting for us to get in.  They took me and Max to the first and Ben and Drew to the second.  Before we actually got in, they took off the handcuffs on our wrists so we could get in easier.  Two of the officers got in the back first and then Max and I got in the center.  Once we were in, the one that had been holding me got into the driver's seat and started toward the street.

"So do you mind telling us just where you're taking us?" Max asked from beside me. 

"No," the guy driving said.  "We will be there soon enough."

And soon enough, we were.  It turned out that the police station was only a few blocks away from our hotel.  Max looked up at me just as we stopped in front of it on the street and nodded slightly.  I didn't know what he meant by it. 

When we got out and started for the front entrance, I was thankful that they didn't decide to handcuff us again.  Now that we were in public, I so didn't want that happening. 

We didn't get taken into the processing room or even to the set of offices we past.  Instead, they led all four of us into what looked like your typical interrogation room.  It wasn't until they shoved the four of us inside that they slammed the door behind them.

"Well, isn't this exciting," Drew said as he sat down in one of the six chairs that surrounded a large metal table. 

"Do we even know what in the world is going on?" Ben asked, doing the same.  "Did they even say anything to you about why we're here?"

I sighed as I leaned against the far wall across from the door.  "You know what this is about," I said.  "Voss Kauffman.  I mean, we..."

Max cleared his throat loudly, making me glance over at him.  I saw his eyes flit to the camera that was mounted on the wall in the corner.  Then his eyes went to the mirrored window that I knew had to be one-way glass.  There were probably people on the other side of it listening to everything that we were saying. 

"Right," I said.

Just to be on the safe side, we didn't speak as we were detained in the room.  I was thinking that whoever was watching us was hoping that we'd talk, but we knew better.