There were five guys already in the cell when the cops pushed me in. I didn’t bother making a scene as they closed and locked the door, instead sprawling out on one of the benches and looking around at the other ‘guests’.
“So, watcha in for?” I drawled.
“Fucking bitch ex says I ain’t paying child support enuff.”
“Punching someone… I think it was a cop, not sure.”
I shrugged and looked at the fifth guy.
“Oh, I’m not in here.” he said as he pressed a shiv into my hands and then melted into smoke.