FIVE
The world was a blur and looking back, it was hard to remember the hours that passed between the interrogation room and the drunk tank. I moved through the motions automatically. Shuffling down the hall, Detective Muffie behind me, club in hand, saying nothing. He'd prod me when I moved too slowly for him. Eventually we got to our destination.
The cage was located on the main level of the station, near processing and just down the hall from the front desk. Made it easy, I suppose, to move the drunks and small-time criminals from processing and into holding.
I moved into the cage, not really taking in my surroundings and ignoring my fellow prisoners. I followed orders, placing my hands through the bars. Letting the officer unlock the cuffs. Feeling the metal slip away from my wrists
