#Chapter 112: Here’s the Deal

Robert’s Pov The patrol car cruises up to a slow stop. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I hear the officer who arrested me mumble under his breath. I don’t bother asking him what’s going on. I’ve already tried to make light talk and I’ve gotten nothing out of him. Not even his name. I’ve hardly gotten a good look at the guy. All I know is he’s tall, broad shouldered, and his burnt auburn hair is just beginning to gray on the temples. In other words, I might be able to take him in a fight. Eventually, I get my unasked question answered. The sidewalks lining the police station are littered with pedestrians. Many of who are holding vulgar signs. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but I imagine their shouting words are about as welcoming as their scowls. Though it’s dark out, I can see at least twenty people practically trampling over one another trying to get past the guards and get to the car. I’m not sure what they would do should they reach us, but for once I’m glad to be confin