Page 84 of Crybaby

We’re thrown into the back of the patrol car, arms cuffed behind our backs. Rookie move because they don’t harness us in. They think they’re safe as houses because a pair of cuffs detain us. They almost deserve the shit show they’re about to get because of their arrogance.

They get into the front, and the only thing which separates us is a metal grate between us. I can’t believe they didn’t restrain our feet. The car kicks to life, and the blue and red lights set the stage for what’s to come.

Darcie looks at me, silently asking what the fuck we’re supposed to do. But I’ve got this. I’ve been in worse situations. I examine our surroundings, peering at the bolts holding the grate in place. They’re done up tight.

There’s no way I can kick that in without getting shot.

Next plan.

I gesture with my chin that Darcie is to lean forward so I can see her hands. She shifts subtly, and I grin when I see the cuffs are loose. It’s going to take some wriggling, but she can do it. The harder she tries, the damper her flesh becomes, and that will hopefully help slide the cuffs off.

I nod, and she leans back, subtly putting our plan into place.

Now, it’s my turn to shine.

“So whatcha gonna do with us?” I ask, leaning forward to get up close and personal with Buzz so I can block Darcie from view.

“Shut up, smart-ass,” he barks, whacking his baton on the grate in warning.

It’s not a deterrent.

“Or what?”

Buzz bares his teeth, ready to strike, but Tillerman warns him, “Enough, McKenzie. The DA is going to have a field day prosecuting this little shit. He’s been waiting for him to fuck up for years, and now that he can be tried as an adult, I have no doubt they’ll put him away for a very long time.”

I can hear a gasp leave Darcie because the DA is Carson’s dad—the fucker who owns this town. It is nice to know, however, that I owned his wife’s ass when I fucked her six ways to Sunday just ’cause I could.

Walter Beckett doesn’t like me. He never has. I don’t know what his problem is, apart from the obvious, of course. But he’s made it clear that the moment I fuck up, he’ll be there, ready to make my life hell. So, no doubt, these cops know what it means for them to be turning me over to him.

No wonder his son is such a jackass. He learned from the best.

“How is the dashing DA?” I ask, pressing my nose against the grate so I look like Little Miss Piggy. “Still got a hard-on for me then?”

Tillerman chuckles, but it’s not a pleasant sound. “He’s going to be even better when he throws your sorry ass into jail for life. And what perfect timing, with his tenth-anniversary party happening in two days, what better way to celebrate with his colleagues than announcing the infamous Rev Blackwood is finally where he belongs.”

Darcie’s movements cease, and that’s because she realizes what I do—this fucking moron just gave us our golden ticket to where Carson will be as he will be suited up, playing the good son role as he celebrates his father’s achievements.

If we’re going to do this, then why not in front of an audience where we can show the good people of this fucked-up town who their precious DA’s son really is—a fucking sadistic rapist.

Two days is all I need to plan this and plan it well because there is no room for error.

“I’m going to be sick.” Darcie’s cries have me turning over my shoulder, and I know she’s slipped free from the cuffs.

It’s time.

I lean back so Buzz can see her. He’s sweet on her, which is why he turns to Tillerman. “Pull over. I don’t want her being sick in the car.”

We’re in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, and it’s evident Tillerman doesn’t want to stop, but when Darcie begins dry retching, it seems he doesn’t fancy cleaning vomit off his leather seats either.

“For fuck’s sake!” He yanks the car violently to the shoulder, and I jar forward, hitting my head on the grate. “Oops.”

Fucker did it on purpose. But that’s okay. His head will be bleeding soon enough.

Both cops get out of the car. Buzz on Darcie’s side. Tillerman on mine. They draw their guns, and when Buzz opens Darcie’s door, she doesn’t hesitate. She launches on top of him, tackling him to the dirt as he’s totally caught off guard.

His bad for underestimating her.

Tillerman’s eyes drift overhead for a split second, and it’s all I need to lean back across the seat for support and ram my feet into his stomach. A shot fires into the night sky.

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