part six

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Bill slid inside the back of the squad car next to Star. He never experienced what it felt like until now. Hell, this was his first time in an NYPD cruiser ever. He never imagined it would be like this. Especially, with the cuffs on and all, he didn't feel so hot, whatsoever. Roger pulled on to the street and started laughing.

"How's it feel Bill?" He said looking at him in the rearview mirror.

"Uh alright so far," he lightly laughed it off.

"Easy for you to say," Star muttered. Bill looked over at her apologetically. "Hey, did you really have to yank my arm like that?" She leaned into the cage barrier looking right at Roger's partner.

"Part of the act sweetheart, relax," he said barely even taking a glance at her.

"Oh, so pinching my ass when I got in, was that part of the act too?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said. Both of the deputies in the front laughed to themselves.

Bill didn't know what to say or do. He was stuck in the back of the car cuffed with Star. But he certainly knew he was getting the deputies name and doing something about it later, that's all he could do. Finally, at the station and were hastily escorted in through the back. They walked into an empty interrogation room — the same one Bill and Star met — before their cuffs were finally taken off. Star's wrists were completely marred with nasty, red impression marks while Bill's were completely fine. He shook his head, pissed. He checked Roger's partner's name tag before they were left alone. Ortiz, he noted, and he was going to have a complaint filed on him soon.

"He really touch you like that, Star?" Bill turned to her.

"What do you think?" She rolled her eyes. "Pigs, I tell you. More ways than one."

"Asshole. I'll try to get something done about it, alright?"

"Oh, don't waste your time, B'. For every one, there's ten more," she patted the pack of cigs bulging out his jean pocket, as her way of asking for a smoke.

Stan and his lieutenant Jerry walked in while he lit her cigarette. They set files on the table before taking a seat on the opposite side.

"How was your little joy ride, Bill?" Jerry said with a chuckle. "Bet Star got you ready for it."

"Anyway," Star announced. She wasn't in the mood for bullshit today. "What's going on?"

"We urgently need to find one of your low life friends," Stan said in a snarky tone, opening a folder. It was filed mostly with Bill's little notepad pages. "This Ron, guy. He's a big baller and you know him," he pointed an accusatory finger at her and the mug shot he presented.

"Never met him. Like I said before. Gina bought coke from him not me," she said blowing a thin trail of smoke in Stan's direction.

Stan shook his head, "Bill, you said that Randi guy knows him right?"

"He mentioned him," Bill nodded.

"Well, we need you to get him to squeal. We have a hunch he's the supplier we're looking for."

"We brought you two in so that we can get these locations straight and all," Jerry said. "And Stan's got some mug shots for Star to look at in his office." Bill felt Star freeze up next to him. She slowly turned her head to him, pleading with her eyes. She didn't want to go.

"Um, any chance you can bring them in here?" He asked. "I might be able to recognize some faces since I've been around," he suggested.

"I need to ask her some questions in private," Stan said.

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