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The caldwell police station had two separate faces to it: the front entrance on Tenth, with all the steps, which here the TV crews fil news, and the back one, with the iron bars, where business was taken care of In truth, the Tenth Street facade was onlywas like the profile of an aging, ugly woood sides

The squad car Lash was in the back of pulled to a stop right behind the rear entrance

How the fuck had he ended up here?

The cop who&039;d arrested him came around and popped the door "Step out of the car, please"

Lash stared up at the guy, then shifted his legs, unhinged his knees, and towered over the hu the ular vein into a soda fountain were all but undeniable

"This way, sir"

"No problem"

He could tell he made the SOB jumpy by the way the cop&039;s hand drifted over to the butt of his gun in spite of the fact that they were in full view of the CPD hoh some double doors and down a linoleum hallway that looked like it had been installed when the shit had first been invented They stopped at a Plexiglasthat was thick as an arm, and the cop yammered into a circular metal patch that was mounted on the wall The woman on the other side was all business in her navy blue uniform, and about as attractive as the male cop

But she took care of the paperwork quickly When she was satisfied that she&039;d pulled together enough forms for them to fill out, she slid the stack under theto the cop and nodded The door next to them let out a beeeeeeeep and a clunk, as if it had burped open its lock, and then it was another beat-to-shit linoleum stretch that ended in a little room with a bench, a chair, and a desk

After they were seated, the officer took out a pen and clicked it "What&039;s your full name?"

"Larry Owen," Lash said "Just like I told hiuy bent over the papers "Address?"

"Fifteen eighty-three Tenth Street, aparto with the addy fro the fake driver&039;s license Lash had used when he&039;d lived with his parents, but he couldn&039;t remember exactly as on it

"Do you have any identification to prove you live there?"

"Not onmy ID"

"Date of birth?"

"When do I get my phone call?"

"In a minute Date of birth?"

"October thirteenth, 1981" At least, he thought that was his fake one

The officer shifted an ink pad across the desk, got up, and freed one of Lash&039;s cuffs "I need to fingerprint you now"

Good luck with that, Lash thought

He let the guy take his left hand and pull it forward, watched as the pads of his fingertips were rolled and pressed onto a white piece of paper with ten squares in ts

The police&039;s co up"

"I was burned as a child"

"Sure you were" The guy did the roll and press a couple ave up and redid the cuffs "Over to the camera"

Lash went across the room and stood still as a flash went off in his face "I want et it"

"What&039;s my bail?"

"Don&039;t know yet"

"When will I be out?"

"Whenever the judge sets the bail and you pay it Probably this afternoon, given how early in the am it is"

Lash was recuffed with his hands in front of him and a phone was pushed over to him The officer hit a button for speakerphone and dialed Mr D&039;s cell phone as Lash recited the digits

The cop stepped back as the lesser answered

Lash didn&039;t waste ti my wallet It&039;s in my jacket in the back of the car They haven&039;t set bail, but find some cash ASAP"

"When do you want me to come?"

"Get the ID here now Then it&039;s whenever the judge sets the bail" He looked at the officer "Can I call hiain to let him knohen to pick me up?"

"No, but he can dial our precinct line, ask for the jail, and find out when you&039;ll be released that way"

"You hear that?"

"Yup," Mr D said through the tinny speaker