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I get an eye roll from the bad cop, but the other one looks like he wants to laugh. Finally, I’m getting somewhere with these two morons.
“If you can’t take this seriously, you’re not going to be getting out of here any time soon,” the bad cops warns, smoothing his patchy beard down as he attempts to appear threatening. When he’s a third of the size I am, that’s pretty much impossible. The glare and the shaky attempt at a stern tone aren’t terrible successful either.
“You know what, I’m so desperate for a fix that I’ll accept the cigarette,” I say with a warm smile. “How about that? No cigars at all.”
The good cops pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, but the bad cop slaps it away. “Don’t give him those until he’s started talking.”
“Iamtalking,” I reply. “You must be deaf.”
“About. The. Drugs.” His teeth are clenched so hard that I’d be surprised if they didn’t shatter. It’s a shame he takes his job so seriously because he’s going to end up losing it for wasting my time. Once my contacts in the legal system get word they’ve taken me to the police station without reason, all hell will rain down on this miserable department.
Federal agents or not, these fuckers are cooked.
“Can I get my phone call?” I ask, tugging at my handcuffs again. “I’m bored.”
“Sure. Phone call. Great,” the bad cop snaps, jumping up from his seat like he’s finally made some progress. I know they’re going to be listening in, recording every word I say over the phone, but it’ll all be deleted once I’m released. I have the connections to make that happen.
Both FBI agents leave the room, coming back with a phone that looks like it was made thirty years ago and slamming it down on the table. The good cop slips me a cigarette and a lighter, and they both leave again.
He must hate that other guy. I’ve never seen such a dysfunctional good cop/bad cop duo.
I light my cigarette, taking a long drag and rolling the smoke around in my mouth before I exhale. It calms my nerves a bit, but I won’t be able to relax until I’m reunited with Valerie. The only thing that really bugs me about all this is that I was separated from her. She isn’t safe without me, even in the hands of law enforcement.
Especiallynot in the hands of law enforcement.
I smoke my cigarette down to the filter before dialing Boris on the phone. He’ll be able to fast-track my release from this cramped hellhole. Jails weren’t designed for people my size. The beds aren’t even long enough to lie on without my feet touching the floor.
“Pasha!” Boris answers the phone like he thought I was dead, but it’ll take more than a couple of morons in blue jackets to put me in the ground.
“Boris, thank you for answering. I only get one call, you know.”
“You’re in jail?”
“That’s correct. How did you get to be so clever?”
“Pasha, sir, this isn’t a laughing matter. What’s going on? They closed off the entire runway and we weren’t able to pick you up. Real sketchy shit, but it was the FBI so there wasn’t much we could do about it.”
I sigh. “Yes, it seems my idiot brother may have spread some false information about drug trafficking, but there’s nothing that could possibly stick, seeing as the plane is empty. I would like to get out and find Valerie, though, so if you could help me out, I would much appreciate it.”
“Valerie? Who took her?”
“Just the FBI. Decided to split us up and see if they could get her to talk, but again, there’s nothing on that plane. It’s Anatoly playing games with me again.”
“We need to do something about him. I know he’s your brother, but…”
“Don’t worry, Boris. I’ve got it covered, but we can’t talk about that right now. I need you to contact the right people – you know who they are – and get me out of here,” I say, looking at the little burnt-out cigarette butt on the table. I wish I could smoke it again, but there’s simply nothing left to burn.
“I’ve got you covered,” Boris says, his voice dutiful and confident.
I smile. “I can always count on you.”
“Yes, sir, you can. Is there anything else you need from me?”
I think for a moment before I arrive on an answer. “Yes, actually. I need you to find out more about a man named Luis. Works for the FBI. He’s the one who took Valerie.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sure he won’t be hard to find.”
“No probably not. Might send him some flowers or something. Who knows…” I look up at the camera in the corner of the interrogation room and smile. I’ll have to have the tapes deleted, but that’ll only happen once I’m out.
