“Powerful employer, eh?” Anton repeated.
I shook my head, still chuckling about the encounter. “Said she wouldn’t be leaving the city without me. Called me arrogant, too.”
He took a long drag from his cigarette, a glance down the empty hall, and passed the rest of it to me through the cell bars.
“What’d she look like?”
“Eh? A pig.”
“What kind of pig? The animal or the pig?”
“She looked like a cop, man. Maybe a wired librarian or some shit like that.”
“What kind of librarian?”
“What?”
“The old crabby kind or the playmate kind?”
I took a drag of the cigarette. “You’re a sick man. Aren’t you married?”
“Was she a librarian or a cop?” Anton shrugged.
I shook my head, amused and in a good mood still. “Doesn’t matter. Librarian or cop, don’t matter cause I’m not working for her.”
Anton shifted his feet and I took the last few drags off the cigarette before flicking it outside the cell.
“What do you got to say, Anton?”
“Man, I don’t know why you don’t take the bitch up on her offer. You don’t think she’s legit or what?”
“Nah, that’s got nothing to do with it.”
“So what then?”
“I have a problem with authority.”
Anton grunted, “What’s the difference between whatever deal she’s got to offer you and this cell?”
“My point. It ain’t no different.”
Anton nodded, taking it in. “Whatever, man. Don’t act like you couldn’t get out of here on your own if you wanted to.”
I shrugged.
