The name on the credit card was "Tangerine". The driver's license was from Stampton, HT. The phone number was all 5's.
The arrest was supposed to be quick, Tangerine wasn't supposed to put up a fight. Morning light streamed into the black bar, The Cistern (called "the sisters" by the eye-patched bouncer). Tangerine was leaning forehead flat on the table, in a puddle of stunk beer. "You Lynne Buckingham?" said the cop as he walked faceless through the hard-lit dark, not removing his shades. Tangerine felt an ache under her right ass cheek, like she'd sat on half a rock all night. She had won at the slot machine the night before. After the text message. After she busted one of the tiles in the bathroom. After the shots of Major and Title Scotch. She had won 25$ in 0.25$ and she'd stuffed them all in her jeans pocket for safe-keeping. But as she looked up and saw a faceless cop coming towards her it suddenly wasn't safe enough. She grabbed as many of the quarters as she could and started stuffing them into her socks, they fell down into the edges of her Keds. The cop thought she was going for a weapon and drew his. The mop boy hit the floor and the mop handle crashed a BANG against one of the tables. The cop thought it was an ambush and started firing. The mirror, the mugs, and the Major, all took hits, and so did a scared-fleeing Tangerine.
The library card said VOID in big letters. The keys were marked "back way". The phone had a message: "I'm not coming"
Posted by Dan at July 19, 2011 9:58 AM
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