Robert’s Pov
The patrol car cruises up to a slow stop. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I hear the officer who arrested me mumble under his breath. I don’t bother asking him what’s going on. I’ve already tried to make light talk and I’ve gotten nothing out of him. Not even his name.
I’ve hardly gotten a good look at the guy. All I know is he’s tall, broad shouldered, and his burnt auburn hair is just beginning to gray on the temples. In other words, I might be able to take him in a fight.
Eventually, I get my unasked question answered. The sidewalks lining the police station are littered with pedestrians. Many of who are holding vulgar signs. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but I imagine their shouting words are about as welcoming as their scowls.
Though it’s dark out, I can see at
