GRIFFIN’S POV
“Sir, you may make your call now.”
“I don’t need to make a call,” I said in a low tone. The only one left in the holding cell. The rest of the inmates or whatever you f*****g call someone locked up, either got release or got shipped to prison.
“Sir, if you don’t call a lawyer, you will be shipped to a prison, until your court case.” the woman cop said with sympathy. I just want to f*****g disappear.
“You will regret this, all of you.” I heard a familiar voice coming closer.
“Well, well. I don’t need to call my lawyer, because is getting f*****g locked up with me.” I glared at Marvin when they opened the holding cell door to toss Marvin inside.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he said, sitting down on the chair.
“We need to get out of here.” he stared while my eyes are l
