Cover image from Free Stock Photos: Railroad Track On A Fall Day by Curtis Dean Wilson
“Hey! You done that on purpose! You bitch! That’s brutality!”
“Yelling at me, cursing less than three feet away, is verbal assault. On a police officer. Which one of us is in more trouble? Hm? One of your rights is to remain silent. Might wanna give that a try.”
He didn’t, though. He yelled and fussed the entire way to the police station. When they arrived, she sent a couple of uniforms out to get him, afraid she’d do too much. They took him to booking, then parked his ass in an interrogation room.
“Who’s the loud mouth?” her friend, Jasper, asked, sidling up to her desk.
Vanessa gave him a rundown.
“He hasn’t stopped talking since he got here.”
“Didn’t stop in the car, either. I need to enter this into evidence,” she…
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