Jack 9.1

Sunday, May 2nd, early morning.

Watched by the bodyguards, the officer and I came out of the back door. Outside the rear gate parked a police car. It was after five o 'clock, and it was getting quite bright. In the early morning, the residential neighborhood was quiet, all that could be heard is the distant sound of a car engine. It's May already, but it's so cold outside.

"After that," the policeman told the bodyguard, "we will handle it properly."

I feel like a piece of garbage that requires special disposal procedures.

The bodyguard bowed his head in silence and closed the back door.

The policeman took off the radio over his shoulder and communicated with someone.

"Suspect is in control. Now will go to the police station."

Suspect. I've heard it in police dramas.

I rediscovered that I had been treated as a criminal.

When the police had finished communicating, they opened the back door of the patrol car.

"Get in the car."

"Put out your hands." I did what he said -- click

"What?" I had handcuffs on my wrists.

"It's not easy to deal with if you make a scene in the back row. I'll unlock it when we arrived in the office."

There was little communication until we got there, but the police asked me once while we were waiting at the traffic light.

"The first time this happened?"

I don't know if he meant sex or being arrested, but either way, my answer is yes.

"Yes."

"Really? But a violation is a violation."

"Well, what would happen to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's the penalty?"

"I don't know. That's for the judge to decide."

"Oh, is there a trial?"

Arrest, then trial. It was like a nightmare.

We arrived at the police department. It was an old, rough building.

The police parked the car at the back of the building and took me in by the back door.

The floors and walls are a dusty gray.

On the second floor, the officer opened a door and unshackled me.

"Sit inside. Wait a minute."

There are windows on the door. It was a small window with a railing above the door. There is a table in the middle with electric lights on it. In the corner there is another one with a laptop and a printer. It's exactly like the interrogation room in the police drama, and my stomach began to roar. Speaking of which, I haven't eaten anything tonight.

The policeman locked the door from the outside and clicked the handle to make sure it was locked. I tried the handle, too, and sure enough I can't open the door. This is the first time I've been locked up in my life.

I sat and waited, as he said. But which chair to sit in. The policeman just told me to "sit in there and wait".

There are three chairs in all. There are two near the desk in the middle, there is one near the desk in the corner. Me and the detectives should be sitting in the middle, but which of the two chairs should I sit on?

I sat in a chair near the door.