“What can we do for you today, Sheriff? I’m guessing you didn’t just come here for the warm atmosphere,” Jett asks.
The sheriff’s eyes scan the clubhouse, his upper lip curving into something akin to disgust. “That’s one word for it.”
Prick.
His eyes return to Jett. “Someveryinteresting information has come to light, Mr. Lawson. Seems there’s been a tip-off that there are drugs present on the premise.”
Jett chokes a laugh. “Are you kidding?”
“Who the hell told you that?” Cruiser asks.
“My source isveryreliable.”
“Well, your source is talking out of their ass. There are no fucking drugs here,” Jett says.
“Then you won’t mind us taking a look around.”
Jett steps aside, motioning for Collins to come through. “Be my guest, but you won’t find shit.”
Sheriff Collins takes a step closer to Jett, leaning in slightly. “I wouldn’t be so sure,” he replies cockily, and its the way hesays it that sends a shiver down my spine.
We need to pick them apart one by one… They have businesses, start there…My father’s voice echoes through my mind.
Oh my god.
My heart races as I watch as the two officers spread out across the room and all we can do is watch and wait.
They upturn the chairs onto the floor, checking every tiny crevice, destroying all the hard work we’ve put into decorating the room ready for tonight.
“Is this really necessary? Haven’t you got better things to do like catch speeders and eat donuts?” I ask.
A hear a snicker behind me, and I’m not sure if it came from Jett or Cruiser.
“Careful, Kaia, you’re starting to sound like them. Tell me, which one of them are you spreading your legs for?”
My palm connects with the sheriff’s face before I realise I’m doing it and the room falls deathly silent.
What the fuck did I just do?
I assaulted the sheriff.
What is happening to me?
He pins me with his eyes. “I’m only gonna let that one slide because of your father, I wouldn’t recommend doing it again.”
“Found something, Sheriff,” the taller officer announces, rising to his feet from behind one of the sofas. He hands something to Collins who then holds it up for us all to see.
A small bag of white powder.
Cocaine.
Collins cocks his head, a subtle triumphant smirk curving his mouth. “No drugs here, huh?”
“This is bullshit!” Jett shouts. “That doesn’t belong toanyone here!”
“Then how do you suppose it got there?” Collins asks sarcastically.
“Maybe you planted it,” Cruiser suggests.
