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.
“Self defence.”
“Fucking bitch ex says I ain’t paying child support enuff.”
“Punching someone… I think it was a cop, not sure.”
“Fuck you.”
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.
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