I pressed my back up against the wall so that I could see both ends of the alleyway, cops were swarming over the cars, a few that were brave enough had started to approach cautiously, not sure of what I was capable of doing,
“You, does your name start with the letter E by any chance?” one of the officers asked, I shook my head slowly, trying to look confused and innocent at what was happening,
“My name is Tash, why what’s going on officer?” I asked; I really have to stop lying but if it gets me out of trouble…
“Oh its nothing, we’ve just had someone murdered ‘couple of streets back and the victim had an E carved into his neck,” the officer said like it was something that occurred every day,
“Oh, ok, well what’s that got to do with me?” I looked at him with a puzzled glance,
“I mean you can’t really think that I did it just because I’m the person that’s closest to the scene of the crime, besides my name starts with T,” I continued scrutinizing him. I looked past him at the squad car; it was empty as all the cops were milling around it talking now that they had a suspect. My attention was drawn back to him as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and advanced towards me with another officer as though they were going to put them on me,
“Are you arresting me?” I asked in mock outrage, I was confident enough of my ability to get out of handcuffs considering that I had been in them most of my life so far,
“Yes, matter of fact I am,” a smirk appeared
“But…but I’ve done nothing wrong, I’m a suspect not a criminal,” I stuttered in protest,
“You’re not from around here are you?”
“No, I’m from Austria, why?” I said shaking my head, I mentally kicked myself suddenly wary, I just gave them the country I was born in, they could check my name and see if there were any Tash’s that had a record, if they found out I was lying then they could lock me up for fraud.
What am I going to do now? I thought in exasperation, the officer noticed that I was doing a lot of thinking,
“Don’t try to escape, it would be pointless, you’re surrounded by officers,” he said misinterpreting my worry,
“As for why I’m arresting you, that’s because you have incriminated yourself by saying all those things that you did,” he continued
“But I wasn’t incriminating myself, I was merely stating facts, as you have no other suspects in your vehicles then I must be the only person you’ve seen walking away from the direction of the crime,” I retorted trying to cover my arse,
“Please, I think I know the justice system well enough,” he said exasperated
“Well…what’s your name at any rate?” I asked trying to change the subject,
The officer in question puffed up a bit when I inquired,
“I…am Senior Constable Raymond, and I am the most senior here unless the Commissioner or someone higher up comes, I’m in charge,” he replied, dismissing the other officer who seemed grateful to return to talking with his comrades,
“Well it’s good that I at least know who I’m talking to,” I said with an attempt at an enticing smile, I couldn’t believe that I was going to do this, thanks to Dad I can’t stand being around men.
I offered him my wrists as he came forwards; he seemed attractive and well mannered,
“May I inquire as to how old you are?” I asked politely,
“Well…I’m twenty-one Miss Tash,” he said curious that I would ask,
When he clapped the cuffs around my wrists, I leant towards him, pressing myself against him and asked, whispering into his ear, “When are you free tonight?”
He whispered his reply, his hot breath tickling my ear; suddenly I was reminded of Dad and his disgusting habits, I nearly threw up.
“Roughly around six tonight,” he pulled back nodding slyly, I gave him my most alluring smile. He firmly took a hold of the cuffs and led me towards a squad car, dumping me in the back and slamming the door shut, leaving me to sit in the back with my thoughts. I’m used to the fact that there are no door-handles in the back, it’s supposed to unnerve the criminals and suspects into talking or something, it doesn’t really do anything but make you think of a room with no doors or windows.
Well at least now I have a ticket out of here, I thought sadly, Raymond wasn’t such a bad guy, pity I’ll have to hurt him tonight to get out, I continued my train of thought, thinking of possibilities that I could use to get out of here, instead of using Raymond as a bargaining chip. No other options seemed as successful; a thought suddenly occurred to me.
I could take Raymond with me to ensure that I get out without a problem, but as soon as this thought occurred to me I banished it, where would I put him if I were to take him with me? I have nowhere to go and even if I did take him with me, I would have to either kill him or tie him up somewhere so that he doesn’t run after me.
Raymond sat in the back with me as we went to the station; I think that the officer that was driving deliberately went the long way to try to make me nervous enough to talk. Raymond was staring at me trying to figure me out, whether or not I was serious about what I had suggested in the alleyway.
As I was sitting there in the back seat, I wondered what had made me suggest what I did when I did not intend to actually do anything; Raymond was surely going to be disappointed and would probably raise the alarm when I don’t let him do what he wants.
Just because he is male doesn’t mean that he’s like Dad,I thought, berating myself for even suggesting to myself that Raymond was like Dad. I let out a soft sigh; Raymond looked at me questioningly,
“What’s the matter Tash?” he asked, he continued to stare at me as if he knew something that I didn’t,
“Nothing, I’m just sore,” I replied, shifting position, trying to relive some of the pressure in my shoulders, I was groping around in my back pocket, trying to fish out one of the lock picks that was there.
“Now Tash using lock picks on handcuffs while I’m sitting next to you isn’t a smart thing to do,” he said chuckling, he pushed me forwards and scrabbled around in my back pocket, successfully gathering up the lock picks, he tisk tisked me and put them in an evidence bag.
“What where you going to do if you had removed the handcuffs, you wouldn’t have been able to escape,” he continued, shoving me back in my seat, he moved over a seat; sitting in the middle leaning towards me as if we were playing corners.
