“Q” Chapter 40
The cop gave me the stink eye.
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He appeared to be annoyed that I wasn’t responding to being kidnapped. They had taken me ‘downtown’ to the police station where I had been escorted into a small room. It had a table, two chairs and overhead light, mirrors on the walls and that was it.
Standard cop-shop interview room as seen on TV.
“There are cameras and microphones everywhere. The Mirrors are one way glass.” Kitty texted me as if I didn’t already suspect as much. Apparently she had taken over from Jenny. Somehow I knew it was her. Don’t ask me how..
“You may wonder why we asked you come here” the policeman said to me.
‘Asked?’ I hadn’t been asked. I had been kidnapped. I started to respond but Kitty texted. "Don’t say anything”
So I didn’t. I just sat.
The cop waited for my reply then he appeared to be puzzled, as if he had expected a response. He wasn’t going to get one from me.
Small talk done...he cut right to the chase. "Would you like to recount to us the manner in which you killed that poor young man?”
“Don’t. Say. A Word.” Kitty texted again...in bold flaming red letters for emphasis.
A few seconds passed. The cop was getting visibly angry.
Kitty texted "Say ‘I want a lawyer’.”
I spoke for the first time. "I want a lawyer.”
The cop was visibly upset now. He got up, walked around a bit then came back to the table and sit down in his chair.
“Why would you want a lawyer?” he asked "Have you done something wrong?”
Kitty texted me. "No matter what he says. Either don’t say anything at all or ask for a lawyer. Nothing else. Control your emotion. Act bored. Act sleepy.”
“I want a lawyer” I said calmly.
“Can you tell us how that young man came to be shot in the throat? Did you shoot him?” the cop asked.
“I want a lawyer” I said calmly.
“Were you a mule?” the cop asked "Were you carrying drugs? Was this a drug deal gone bad”
“I want a lawyer” I said again.
This continued for some time. No matter what he said. No matter how he blustered or threatened all I said was "I want a lawyer” or I yawned. This really was boring. I actually WAS getting sleepy. It was past my nap time.
“They’re screwed” Kitty texted me again.”They arrested you but you haven’t been charged. They never read you your rights. They effectively kidnapped you and held you against your will. I’ve got it all in computer memory. Video, audio, everything. Keep it up...you’re doing fine.”
The questioning didn’t stop, in fact it intensified. The questioners rotated. When one cop got tired another one took his place. I never said anything other than to request legal counsel. They eventually got frustrated and told me I could leave. They opened the door. I got up and walked out. I didn’t even ask if they were going to take me home.
“There’s a newspaper reporter in the lobby” Kitty texted me. "I just contacted her by cellphone and gave her a very brief summary. She’s anxious to give you a ride home if you will answer a few questions for her. I recommend that you accept the ride.”
“Ok” I texted back
About then a tiny but very nice looking younger black lady approached me. She might have been five foot tall. She was wearing a long skirt that almost swept the floor but it had slits in the side. Very nice looking legs could be seen occasionally. She didn’t look African-American to me. Perhaps she was of Moorish descent. Then I noticed that she was wearing stiletto heels. She was even shorter than she appeared to be.
"Hey big fellow. My name is Shaniqua Smith.” She said " I’m with the Chronicle.Would you like a ride?”
I didn’t say a word. I just smiled at her and nodded.
The cops were no doubt watching us. When they saw me walk out with her they looked like they had bitten into something sour.
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