Previously: Hound Dog performed a citizen’s arrest to claim the reward on Digger. And now…
The drive to Bayside went without incident. Digger tried telling Hound Dog the entire story, but Hound Dog cut him off. â€œI donâ€™t really need to know the story. I just need to turn you in and get paid.â€
They arrived at police headquarters downtown late that night. Hound Dog marched Digger in, one hand gripping his upper arm. The desk sergeant looked at them with a bored expression. â€œWho are you and whyâ€™s he cuffed?â€
Hound Dog slipped an identification card onto the desk. â€œLouis Fineman. Iâ€™m here to collect the reward on Digger.â€
â€œWhere is he?â€
â€œRight here,â€ Hound Dog said.
The desk sergeant–the name tag on his chest read â€œReidâ€–looked at Digger doubtfully. â€œThis is Digger?â€
Sgt. Reid nodded at Diggerâ€™s hands. â€œWhereâ€™s his things?â€
â€œYou donâ€™t think Iâ€™d bring him into a police station still fully armed, do you?â€ Hound Dog asked.
Sgt. Reid thought about it for a moment. â€œNo, I guess not. Okay, bring him in and Iâ€™ll call the detectives working the case to come get your statements.â€
Forty-five minutes later, Digger was sitting in an interrogation room with detectives Grayson and Merrick. â€œLet me tell you how this usually goes,â€ Merrick said. â€œMost of the time, like–what would you say, Grayson, ninety percent?â€
â€œNinety-nine,â€ Grayson growled, giving Digger the stink-eye. Probably still upset from the beating Digger had given him at Jillâ€™s place.
[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”right”]â€œSo ninety-nine percent of the time, the first story a suspect tells us is utter bullshit. You donâ€™t mind if I say â€˜shit,â€™ do you?â€[/blockquote]â€œYeah, ninety-nine sounds about right,â€ Merrick agreed. â€œSo ninety-nine percent of the time, the first story a suspect tells us is utter bullshit. You donâ€™t mind if I say â€˜shit,â€™ do you?â€
â€œKnock yourself out,â€ Digger said.
â€œI would strongly recommend that you do not follow their example,â€ Merrick said. â€œBecause the more you lie to us, the less inclined we will be to work with you.â€
â€œWe hate liars,â€ Grayson cut in.
â€œSo you be straight with us,â€ Merrick continued, â€œand weâ€™ll do what we can for you when it comes to sentencing. Okay?â€
â€œOkay,â€ Digger said.
â€œSo why did you rob the bank?â€ Grayson asked.
The door opened and a bulldog of a man in a very expensive pinstriped suit entered. His blunt features presented an odd contrast to the immaculate lines of the suit. â€œMy client will not be answering any more questions,â€ the man said.
â€œHe hasnâ€™t answered any yet,â€ Grayson yelled. â€œWho are you?â€
The man offered a crisp, white business card. â€œDerek Arthur, Mister Ryanâ€™s counsel.â€
Merrick looked at the card, then at Digger. â€œIs this guy really your lawyer?â€
â€œUsed to be,â€ Digger said uncertainly, â€œuntil I…â€
â€œThat falls under attorney-client privilege,â€ Arthur said. â€œBut I will be representing Mister Ryan, assuming he doesnâ€™t object.â€
â€œI donâ€™t object.â€
â€œSo when can we leave?â€ Arthur asked.
â€œWell, weâ€™ll be holding him over for arraignment in the morning…â€
â€œBut surely you arenâ€™t arresting him!â€ Arthur said.
â€œThe evidence is pretty definitive,â€ Merrick said. â€œDigger definitely robbed that bank.â€
Arthur smiled terrifyingly. â€œBut how can you prove that this is Digger?â€
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