Cute. Let’s see who cracks first.
Good Cop finally speaks. “Tom McKenna from Amsterdam, staying at Arcadia Resort—”
Bad cop interrupts. “Staying? They threw him out.”
His eyes lock with me. “You got something to say, Tom?”
“No,” I answer evenly. “Just…wondering.”
I glance around the room, taking my sweet time. Nothing rattles law enforcers more than a good, slow stall.
“Well?”
Bad Cop’s already annoyed. Short fuse, clearly.
“I was wondering if I need a lawyer.”
The two of them exchange looks.
“No, we’re just having a conversation.” Good Cop tries to sound casual.
Perfect. They’ve got nothing.
“Then why am I still in cuffs? Why am I even here?”
Good Cop sighs like I’m some teenager giving him a hard time. We’re trying to clear a few things up. Think you can help us out?”
“Oh, now you want my help?” I click my tongue.“Start by taking off these cuffs. After that, we’ll see how cooperative I’m feeling, gentlemen.”
Good Cop looks at his partner. Bad Cop gets up and unlocks the cuffs.
I rub my wrists, shifting my focus back to the pair in front of me.
“Alright then. Should I press charges? Just to be clear, I didn’t lay a finger on that security guard.”
I point at my bruised face, right eye nearly swollen shut.
“Rambo lite did this.”
Good Cop starts writing in his notebook.
“Do you want to press charges?”
Of course not. I needed him to hit me. That was the whole point.
I offer a lazy shrug. “Nah. Guy was just doing his job.”
They exchange a confused look. Good Cop clears his throat. “We were at Arcadia this morning for an ongoing investigation.”
“What kind of investigation?”
“We can’t disclose that.”
“Right. So how exactly am I supposed to help if you’re not telling me anything?”
“Fuck this guy,” Bad Cop mutters. “He’s wasting our time.”
“Easy. He’s already here. Let’s get this over with. We don’t have anyone else.”
