Seven
My first thought was of the sick bulldog. I stood up and raised my hands. The man behind me quickly found my g*n and took it. The other detectives patted the two men with me, but didn’t find anything.
“What is this?” I asked. “Are you charging us with something?”
“Yeah,” said the man behind me, “with keeping bad company. Put your hands behind your back.”
I did as he told me and he snapped handcuffs on my wrists. They hurt as they bit into the flesh.
“Why the hell do you have to have such big wrists?” he asked.
“Sorry,” I said. “If I’d known you were coming, I’d have reduced.”
“Don’t be smart,” he said. “Let’s go.”
The others were also handcuffed. We marched out of the restaurant escorted by the three detectives. We had already paid the check, so no one did anything but stare
