As soon as I said my name, he looked at me and smirked. I had to look around to see if I was being punked. This shit felt off. Another officer came from the back.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” the officer said.
He cuffed me and walked me through the doors and down the hall. They processed me so fast that it didn’t sit well with me. Instead of taking me to a holding cell, I went straight to an interrogation room.
“You can have a seat. They’ll be in here whenever,” the officer said.
I sat in there for what seemed like forever until the door popped open and two men walked in.
“You’ve been busy,” one of them said.
“I want my lawyer,” I said with a straight face.
They looked at each other.
“We can make this easier for you,” the second one said.
“I’m sure you can,” I replied. “When my lawyer gets here.”
“You’re looking at some serious time. Let’s see…trafficking, money laundering, conspiracy…you want me to go on?”
“You keep talking after I said I wanted my lawyer.”
They both sat in silence and stared at me as I stared back. There wasn’t shit to say. If they had all this evidence, why the fuck did they need me to talk? Without saying another word, they left me. The officer came back in and got me.
“You get a phone call. Make it quick,” he said.
I wanted to call Whodie, but I knew better. My better option was Hollow. Someone who was clean even though he wasn’t.
“Hey,” I said lowly when he answered.
“The lawyer should be there in the next hour. I just got off the phone with him.”
“Okay, can you check on…”
“Yeah, I got that,” he cut me off. “Once they tell me your bond, I’ll be there. In the meantime, fuck anything they sayin’.”
“They saying trafficking, money laundering, and some more shit.”
“Shit, that’s typical drug charges they throw at muthafucka’s. You’re good.”
“Time,” the officer said.
“I love you, sis,” Hollow was able to get out before the officer hung up.
I was taken to a holding cell and sat there for a little over an hour before they came back and got me. When a new officer came to get me, I was escorted back to the interrogation room, where a lawyer was waiting for me when the door opened.
“Uncuff her,” the lawyer told the officer. “She is not going to harm anyone here.”
I was uncuffed and took a seat across from the attorney.
“Straight shit, they have so much shit. My problem is, who is feeding it to them?”
I looked at him strange, “What do you mean?”
“Adore, they know your whole operation. And hear me when I say, the whole operation, I mean that from your connect down. How you get the product, where you bag everything up, and how your money moves.”
“How though?”
