Chapter 42: Arrested

Taurian smacked his hand against the metal cage between him and the uniformed man. His captor jerked at the sound.

"Cut that out or your bail will include paying for a new barrier," he grumbled, then clicked a black box on his shoulder. "This is Officer Johnson, I've got a possible drug user who's already bent my car's cage, over."

"Copy," a crackly voice answered. "We'll have a room on standby for you."

Johnson adjusted the collar of his blue uniform and turned onto a busy street and mumbled to himself, "Just three more days 'til my vacation and a break from this sh*t."

With a snort, Taurian clicked the silver door handle and pushed against the door, but it refused to open. He tapped the window release, but that didn't budge either and he ground his teeth from not unable to escape.

"Nice try, but they're locked, asshole," Johnson spat. "Otherwise, we'd have to scrape your guts off the road."