Boondock Saints

Chapter 7

We turned oursevles in and were now being questioned by Dectective Smecker.  "This conversation is going to be recorded.  Just answer to the best of your knowledge." He was about to push the button when Murphy stopped him and said, "Excuse me, sir. Please." He said before turing to Connor, and saying in Gaelic, "what do we tell him about the guns and the money?"  which I understood, since I was part of the Swedish Mafia, and my father encouraged me to learn many languages.  I tuned back in after they had finished their recap of last night.  "How is it that you boy's are fluent in Russian?"  He stared intently at the boys.  Hey smecker I'm here too, I wanted to complain but then again I had nothing really to say, so I stayed silent.  "We paid attention in school."  "Do you know any other lanuages'?"  "Aye.  Our mother insisted on it. French."

Murphy- (French) "How do you think he figured all of this out with out even talking to us?"

Connor-(Italian) "I have no idea, maybe someone saw and talked."

"what's that?" Connor laughed and said ,"It's Italian."

"And for the young pretty lady, do you know any languages?" Smecker inquired.  I looked up at him and noticed that Connor tighened his grip on my hand under the table.  "Yes, (German) No one is stupid enough to talk to cop's." I said proudly. They all looked at me questionably. 

"Well, what are you two guys doing working in a meat packing plant?"  I guess, he didn't know where I worked.  The boys shrugged.  "Oh Agent Smecker?" A young cop walked in.  "Yeah?"  "The press are everywhere.  They're going insane.  What do you wanna do?" Smecker looked at the three of us, "Your not being charged.  It's up to you three.  Wanna talk to em?"  I shook my head with the boys.  "Is there anyway we could stay here for the night?" Murphy asked looking from Smecker to the young cop.  The young cop spoke up "Yeah we have an extra holding cell..."  Smecker turned to look at him, "Can they stay?"  Smecker gave me the creeps as he looked back at us, "Well we'll have to check with your mom, but it's okay with me if your friend's sleepover." He smirked at us as he got up from the table. I started to laugh and the boys joined in, "What the hell is with this guy?" I asked myself.  "Time to fed the dog's." He grabbed his coat and walked out the door, closing it behind him.