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Authors: E.C. Bell
Tags: Urban Fantasy
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thought I was going to make it until two more vehicles careened down the alley toward us, effectively blocking our escape.
“Dammit.” I straggled to a stop in the middle of the stampeding addicts. I was going to miss the meeting. I could just tell.
Marie:
Oh Yay! Cops!
SOONER THAN I would have believed possible, we were up against the wall, faces pressed into the disgusting bricks, as the cops went up and down the line, frisking us and asking us for our IDs.
“Never seen you before,” one of the cops breathed into my hair as he grabbed way too much of me, making sure I didn’t have a bomb in my bra. “What brings you to this little playground?”
“I was just out for a walk,” I said.
“Really?”
“Yep.” He glared at me until I turned my eyes down and stared at my shoes. “Sorry,” I whispered. “Yes, sir.”
“Better,” he said. “So, you’re trying to tell me you were alone? In this park? Just out for a stroll?”
“Yes.”
“And you somehow end up in this alley. That’s what you’re trying to tell me?”
I didn’t blame him for sounding the way he did, even though I was pretty desperate for him to believe me and let me go. “Yeah,” I said. “There were no signs.”
“What?” Sharp tone in his voice—that probably meant things were about to get bad for me. “What did you say?”
“Nothing,” I whispered. “I didn’t know. Really.”
“So, you’re just an innocent bystander, out for a stroll.” The sarcasm dripped from the cop’s voice, and again I didn’t blame him. It sounded more stupid every time he repeated it.
The problem was it was also pretty close to the truth. So I thought I’d try again. “It’s the truth.”
The cop’s eyes went cold. “Enough. Shut your mouth and get back in line. Now.”
“Please let me go,” I said. “I haven’t done anything—”
The cop didn’t give me time to finish. He grabbed me by the sweater and threw me at the wall. I hit it hard and briefly saw stars. “I said back in line!”
“You got a problem, Stew?” another cop called from further down the line of the unluckiest people in Edmonton. My ears perked up at the name. Could this be Stewart, the drug officer Noreen had mentioned?
Stew leaned in on me. Hard. “No,” he replied. “No problem here.”
He put his face next to mine, and I could smell his coffee breath. “I don’t have a problem, do I?”
“No,” I grunted. He had me pinned to the wall so hard, I was having trouble catching my breath. “No problem at all.”
“I didn’t think so,” the cop said, and walked to the next group of unfortunates.
I really didn’t want to go to the police station, but I for one didn’t want to attract any more attention from that particular police officer. What the heck was I going to do?
I glanced up and down the line of people hugging the wall. The cops were nearly finished going through pockets and harassing us. If I didn’t do something quick, I was going to be in the back of a paddy wagon or whatever, and I would definitely be late for our meeting with Honoria.
“Back in line, sweetheart.” The cop named Stew had somehow snuck up behind me without me noticing. He pushed me back against the wall.
I thought about saying, “I’m not your sweetheart,” for about a microsecond and decided against it. “Please let me go, sir,” I said instead. “I haven’t done anything wrong. Seriously.”
Stew laughed. “Sorry, sweetheart. You’re going downtown with the rest of your friends. If you were just out for a stroll, like you say, downtown will work it out.” He leaned back in, crushing the breath from me. “Consider it a lesson, from me to you. So you remember to stay away from this particular park.”
I closed my eyes and tried not to attract his attention any longer. Lesson learned, El Creepo. Lesson definitely learned.
In no time at all, we were being loaded into a bunch of vehicles so they could haul us to
“Dammit.” I straggled to a stop in the middle of the stampeding addicts. I was going to miss the meeting. I could just tell.
Marie:
Oh Yay! Cops!
SOONER THAN I would have believed possible, we were up against the wall, faces pressed into the disgusting bricks, as the cops went up and down the line, frisking us and asking us for our IDs.
“Never seen you before,” one of the cops breathed into my hair as he grabbed way too much of me, making sure I didn’t have a bomb in my bra. “What brings you to this little playground?”
“I was just out for a walk,” I said.
“Really?”
“Yep.” He glared at me until I turned my eyes down and stared at my shoes. “Sorry,” I whispered. “Yes, sir.”
“Better,” he said. “So, you’re trying to tell me you were alone? In this park? Just out for a stroll?”
“Yes.”
“And you somehow end up in this alley. That’s what you’re trying to tell me?”
I didn’t blame him for sounding the way he did, even though I was pretty desperate for him to believe me and let me go. “Yeah,” I said. “There were no signs.”
“What?” Sharp tone in his voice—that probably meant things were about to get bad for me. “What did you say?”
“Nothing,” I whispered. “I didn’t know. Really.”
“So, you’re just an innocent bystander, out for a stroll.” The sarcasm dripped from the cop’s voice, and again I didn’t blame him. It sounded more stupid every time he repeated it.
The problem was it was also pretty close to the truth. So I thought I’d try again. “It’s the truth.”
The cop’s eyes went cold. “Enough. Shut your mouth and get back in line. Now.”
“Please let me go,” I said. “I haven’t done anything—”
The cop didn’t give me time to finish. He grabbed me by the sweater and threw me at the wall. I hit it hard and briefly saw stars. “I said back in line!”
“You got a problem, Stew?” another cop called from further down the line of the unluckiest people in Edmonton. My ears perked up at the name. Could this be Stewart, the drug officer Noreen had mentioned?
Stew leaned in on me. Hard. “No,” he replied. “No problem here.”
He put his face next to mine, and I could smell his coffee breath. “I don’t have a problem, do I?”
“No,” I grunted. He had me pinned to the wall so hard, I was having trouble catching my breath. “No problem at all.”
“I didn’t think so,” the cop said, and walked to the next group of unfortunates.
I really didn’t want to go to the police station, but I for one didn’t want to attract any more attention from that particular police officer. What the heck was I going to do?
I glanced up and down the line of people hugging the wall. The cops were nearly finished going through pockets and harassing us. If I didn’t do something quick, I was going to be in the back of a paddy wagon or whatever, and I would definitely be late for our meeting with Honoria.
“Back in line, sweetheart.” The cop named Stew had somehow snuck up behind me without me noticing. He pushed me back against the wall.
I thought about saying, “I’m not your sweetheart,” for about a microsecond and decided against it. “Please let me go, sir,” I said instead. “I haven’t done anything wrong. Seriously.”
Stew laughed. “Sorry, sweetheart. You’re going downtown with the rest of your friends. If you were just out for a stroll, like you say, downtown will work it out.” He leaned back in, crushing the breath from me. “Consider it a lesson, from me to you. So you remember to stay away from this particular park.”
I closed my eyes and tried not to attract his attention any longer. Lesson learned, El Creepo. Lesson definitely learned.
In no time at all, we were being loaded into a bunch of vehicles so they could haul us to
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