“I’ll have your fucking badge for this, you ape-pig piece of shit!” Bob yells at Deputy Summers, blood spraying from his mouth. Bob doesn’t appear to be anywhere near physically capable of taking on the good deputy mano a mano, but if looks could kill, Scott would be side by side with his dearly departed wife.

“Please Mr. Miller, accept our sincerest apologies. That behavior was completely uncalled for, and Deputy Summers here will be put on unpaid leave immediately.” Sheriff Stevens tries to immediately smooth things over.

“Fuck you all! You just made a huge mistake the lot of you,” Bob screams. It seems there’s no calming him down and Sheriff Stevens wisely just nods and lets it go.

D.A. Josh Peters turns to Sarah. “I’m going to hold off on discovery because it appears you have more to present. Just call my office, and I’ll have someone come pick up everything when it’s ready.” He ducks out quickly, not wanting to be caught up in the mess, I imagine.

Sarah nods as he starts walking away. Matthew rubs Sarah’s shoulder, trying to comfort her. That should be me rubbing her shoulder, not fucking Matthew.

“All right, everyone let’s go. We’re going to the fucking station now!” Sheriff Stevens loses his composure.

I guess it’s back to my old stomping ground after all.

45. Adam Morgan

45

Adam Morgan

I knew before my rampage started that it wasn’t going to end well for me. I’m a fucking idiot, and I’m sure Sarah is going to take every opportunity to remind me of that. Now, though, my main concern is the extreme pain exerted as a pair of handcuffs are squeezed and twisted so tightly that the skin is beginning to roll back off my wrists like shavings from a pencil sharpener.

“You don’t have to pull that hard,” I plead to Sheriff Stevens.

“Respectfully, Mr. Morgan, I don’t really think you are in a position to decide what is or isn’t best. So, if you could just kindly shut the fuck up and come with me back to central processing, I would surely be grateful.” There’s enough condescension in the sheriff’s tone to humble even the toughest of customers.

I want to come back with a clever quip, but my judgment tells me that it will serve me no good. I just do as I am told. At least I’m in better shape than Bob is right about now. The thought alone causes a small smirk to grow across my face.