Page 83 of Demon's Savior
"Fuck you, prick! I’ll have your damn badge by the time this is all over."
He shuts the cell doors, glares at me, and laughs. "You think you some sort of big shot? Let's see how much of a tough guy you are when I'm between that chocolate goddess's legs."
"You go near her, and that will be the last thing you ever do," I say as I race over to the front of the cell, wishing I could reach through the bars and snap this motherfucker’s neck.
"Oh, Mr. Tyler, are you threatening a federal agent?"
"You should ask around you damn prick. I don't make threats. That’s a fucking promise. Go near Kira and that will be the last thing you ever fucking do!"
"We’ll see, Mr. Tyler." He laughs and walks away.
Sighing, I walk to the back of the cell and sit down. I lean my head against the cool metal bars as my mind goes to my beautiful wife and my unborn child. Damn, I'm going to have a daughter. Ugh, boys. She's not going to be allowed to have a boyfriend until she's like thirty-five maybe forty. Smiling, I can see my future with them both.
"I want my phone call!" I yell.
"Tyler," I hear a voice call out. I take a deep sigh and lift my head.
"Agent Contee. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
She leans on the wall and smiles. "Tyler, if you help me, I can help you."
I lean my head back against the bars of the cell. "And what makes you think I want or need your help? You do know that I have the best damn attorney in the state of Georgia, right?"
"I think you would want to get out of here as soon as possible to get back to your life with Kira."
"Get to the point, agent. My patience is wearing thin for the Feds today."
"Help me bring down Agents Douglas and Harris."
"I can't help you," I respond without hesitation.
"What do you mean you can't help me? You don't want to get back to your girl?"
"What you fail to understand, Contee, is that I'm no snitch, regardless if I don't like the pricks. I'm going to get back to my girl, either way, so I don't need your help."
She stares at me with a cocky expression on her face. "You are making a mistake, Tyler. They got enough evidence on you to put you away for life, and I'm your only ticket out of this."
"As I said, you really don't know Roger at all do you?"
She pushes off the wall and moves closer to the holding cell. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance to get out of all this."
"You know what, Contee? Fuck you and all you motherfuckers who think they can manipulate me to do what you want. I’ll be out of here in a few hours."
I lay my head back against the bars when I hear Roger's booming voice echo off the walls. I give Agent Contee wink.
"He can't help you," she says with a little uncertainty in her voice.
"We’ll see about that."
Roger comes strutting in with anger plastered all over his face. "Are you questioning my client without me being present, Agent Contee?"
She looks over at me with a scowl on her face. "No, Roger. Mr. Tyler and I were having a friendly conversation."
"Roger, Agent Contee wants me to become an informant for her." I give Agent Contee a grin as Roger's anger flares even more.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs. "Get out!"
She places her hand on his chest and looks up into his eyes. "Roger, please let me explain."
