Cuco’s pov;
I had gone to bail my uncle once when he had trouble with a neighbour over a misunderstanding. I had bailed Fernando more than twice after getting arrested for beating someone up. I had bailed a few pesos members too, but I myself had never been arrested.
Someone shoved my head down and yelled. “Move!”
I tried to speak, but someone from behind hit me with a baton.
My leg buckled and they laughed as they yanked me upright again.
The station was noisy as we got in, but it was as though everyone stopped talking, their eyes on me as I was dragged past the front desk.
They slammed me against a counter, wrenching my arms behind my back as they fastened a cuff o my wrist.
“Sit,” a younger man snapped.
Apparently, I wasn’t fast enough as the officer behind me shoved me down int
