The car ride is deadly silent, except for the static of the radio, but the drive is short. Five minutes tops before they're walking through the doors of the police station, leading a handcuffed Dan to a holding cell. For the night.
It's nothing special--concrete, gray paint, bed to sleep on for the night, and a toilet, too. It's too easy to say that the bed is uncomfortable. Harder than a brick and covered in sheets that feel like plastic. Then again, if you want high class living, you probably shouldn't put yourself in a position that'll ultimately lead to jail time. Seriously. Unless, of course, you have enough money to pay yourself out without even getting a pen mark on your permanent record.
Dan's is going to be covered in black ink at this rate. How many fires in the past year? He c
