Aftermath: YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO AN ATTORNEY
Nov 18, 2014 0:49:59 GMT
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Post by Jack Owyns on Nov 18, 2014 0:49:59 GMT
Ridgewood, New Jersey
09:00 Hours November 17, 2014
Police Department
Jack walked up the front steps leading to the Ridgewood, New Jersey Police Department. He looked like he had just endured a night of partying. His hair was messy, and he wore a white muscle shirt with a stain, which looked like ketchup, torn faded jeans, and light brown steel-toe boots, with the laces not done up. Add, also, the foul smell of whiskey.
Jack raised his right foot, and with the heel of his boot kicked the front door of the police department open. He stepped inside, sporting a grin ear-to-ear.
“'Sup, pig fuckers, I heard you’ve been looking for me. Well, shit, here I FUCKIN’ AM!”
Every officer in the lobby froze, staring at Jack, who stood in the doorway with both middle fingers raised and extended toward them.
Ridgewood, New Jersey
09:30 Hours November 17, 2014
Police Department
MetroPro company director, Marty Sunshine stepped inside the front lobby. Marty glanced at the destruction surrounding him. A bench laid on its side, two plants laid on their side, and soil littered the ground everywhere. The bulletin board had every flyer torn from it, and somebody had lost a steel-toe boot.
“Can I help you sir?” A young female said from behind a desk.
“Yes. I’m here to represent my client, Jack Owyns,” Marty said, stepping around the pile of soil on the ground.
“Oh, come with me.”
“No,” Marty said holding up his hand. ”Out here is fine. I’ll wait for my client, Jack Owyns, to arrive.”
“Uh, he’s already here.”
“Where?” Marty scanned the lobby.
“He’s been arrested sir, and he’s sitting in the lock up.”
“Wait. What? What did you just say? On what grounds do you have ... arresting my client…? My client showed up here with the intention of cooperating with—“
“Right.” A big burly officer, standing with a cup of coffee in his hand, directed Marty’s attention towards the front entrance. “Damage of government property, public intoxication, and resisting arrest. I could’ve nabbed him for stupidity but, unfortunately, you can’t charge somebody based on their brains in this state. A shame.”
Marty massaged the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up. The big burly officer waved for Marty Sunshine to follow.
“You better not have interrogated my client without me.“
“Relax, he hasn’t talked once.”
They rounded the corner into the jail room, where Jack lay in the middle of the floor, his hands cuffed behind his back, with both feet cuffed and daisy chained with cuffs to his hands. The big, burly officer signaled for another officer to open up. Jack raised his head; his mouth had been duct taped shut.
“He’s quite the chatterbox,” the officer smirked, taking a sip of his coffee.
Marty stormed over to Jack and began pulling the duct tape off. “This—"
“You FUCKERS, I WANT MY FUCKIN’ BOOT … I WILL KILL YOU ALL, FUCKIN’ MUR—" Jack yelled, and Marty quickly secured the duct tape back over Jack’s mouth.
“Me and my client, we need privacy.”
Marty waited for the officer to evacuate the room before removing the duct tape one more time.
“You aren’t a very intelligent man, Mr. Owyns, are you?”
“Never pretended to be,” Jack said, rolling onto his side.
“This doesn’t look good; you're their number one suspect, for trying to break into the Purple Hayes Gym. Add this, and—"
“Fuck that … I have an alibi.”
“Do you?”
“Of course I fuckin’ do … I was at the hotel that night, stuck inside a fuckin’ elevator.”
“Stuck in an elevator?”
“Yes … check the camera footage, me and … never mind who, got stuck in a fuckin’ elevator, after the bitch poured my drink all over my fuckin’ crotch. A full drink.”
“You could’ve told me this beforehand and saved all this hassle.”
“Meh.” Jack sighed.
The big burly officer stepped back inside the room. Marty turned and approached him.
“My client has an alibi, and I’d ask you to take these cuffs off him and release him. I’ll see he gets home.”
“Oh, he isn’t going anywhere today, not a chance. He gets to enjoy this room, this lovely room, for another twenty-four hours.” The big burly officer smirked, “That’s if we don’t press any more charges.”
“FUCK YOU!”
“Now Marty, if you would be so kind and follow me. Visiting hours are wrapping up, and it’s almost my ten o’clock coffee break,” the big burly officer said, pointing for Marty Sunshine to exit the cell.
Marty went to exit the room but stopped and turned back to look at Jack.
“Try not to say anything.”
Jack smirked. “No promises there.”
