I remained silent.
I didn’t say or do anything.
Hadn’t spoken a single word after I’d asked for a lawyer hours ago.
I knew how many seconds had passed since I’d arrived, too, because of the clock on the wall.
I was sweating my goddamn balls off, too, and my mouth was drier than the Sahara.
Though I wasn’t too surprised by the agent’s tactics.
This was interrogation one-oh-one.
Make the suspect uncomfortable and maybe he’ll talk.
Joke was on him.
I spent my entire life outside in the heat.
I’d been working in a metal shop in Texas heat for as long as I could remember.
They’d have to turn this up way hotter before I’d crack.
Was I sweating? Yes.
But not more than the man across from me asking me questions.
I yawned and considered taking a nap when Agent Moran’s anger got the best of him.
He shoved the table away from him so hard that it landed in my gut.
I refused to show that he’d knocked the wind out of me with that move seeing as I had nowhere else to go but the seat that was bolted to the floor. The seat that I was currently handcuffed to.
I looked at the agent with a bored expression and waited for his next move.
He’d already scraped me up pretty badly.
Now he’d shoved a table into my ribs and belly.
I couldn’t wait to use his own precious justice system against him and file a report of my own.
It’d make me smile, for sure, seeing that officer take my statement.
A knock at the door had us both looking in that direction.
“Uh, sir,” Shane reported. “There’s an angry mob of people outside right now that include a couple of camera crews. Not to mention the video of, um, us taking this one into custody just went viral. The lawyer is out there with the camera crew giving live commentary of the fact that we didn’t allow him due process…”
“Or read me my Miranda Rights. Or, actually, tell me I was under arrest. I’m still not sure I’m that,” I pointed out. “Let’s not forget the fact that you fucked my pretty face up. Y’all also broke my phone, which was a cool grand and a half. Then tried to leave my business open instead of letting me close it up. If someone had walked in there and stolen something, it would’ve easily cost y’all a fuck ton.”
Agent Moran’s eyes narrowed. “I know what you did. And I’m going to prove it.”
I raised a brow at him but didn’t comment.
“Let him go,” Agent Moran growled.
Shane looked nervously at me, and I raised my cuffed hands as far off the table as I could, jingling them when he didn’t get it done fast enough.
He looked nervous, and I liked nervous.
