The Kingsville Police Department was the last place Rence had thought he would end up that evening. He had been directed to a small dark room, forced to sit on one of the chairs as the male Detective sat on the opposite chair.
He kept tapping his feet under the table, his fingers drumming the top of the metal cold table. He knew he was in trouble and from the look on the Detective's face, it didn't seem like it would end any time soon.
They had found cocaine and w**d after thoroughly and roughly searching his bedroom. He had kept yelling at them to stop because there's really nothing they would find.
But it took the snoopy detectives a few seconds and they had dug out all the drugs. And on top of that, they kept asking about his face injuries and the bruises on both his wrists. He insis
