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Pinned down. Not in a good way either. The air was thick and humid. Gross actually. My clothes seemed to stick to my body as if it required reassurance against this situation we were in. The grease that accumulated on my coche reminded me where I was.

My face rested on the trunk of la coche as the disco lights of the car behind me flickered my favorite colors of red and blue.

I knew we were in deep shit. I don’t know why, but if they did a thorough search of the goods, Raz is gonna get hell. I’m just a transporter. I don’t question. I don’t pry.

The smell of motor fuel and tar fills my nostrils that it pinches me. My brows furrowed in disgust. I close my eyes and pretend this isn’t happening. Yet the memory of flickering red and blue comes back.

‘This is like the time your mama got pulled over for speeding down the highway to yer aunt’s haus.’ The thought crosses my mind. I tried shaking it out, but it was impossible. It continues its story.

‘Like mother like daughter.’

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around. Like mother like son.” The words slip out of my mouth like a car hydroplaning on the highway. Once I realize what I’ve done, Officer Hennessey is there.

“What’dya say miss?” He shines a light at me and I squint my poor little eyes as the beam of light hits my face. I can still see the outline of his physique behind me. The epitome of all young men. He’s new to the job and trying to assert his authority. This isn’t normal though. Poor fella.

No, this isn’t good. I’m sitting here in temporary holding and I hear Raz mumbling his way out of imprisonment. No. There’s no going back. He ain’t getting outta this one. Universe have mercy.

There’s silence accompanied by some cars passing by. Officer Hennessey’s light shies away from me. “Well Miss, you’re right, like mother like son. That’s what’s happening to yer Raz boy ov’r there.”

His figure becomes more clear. Did he just wink at me? His uniform is crisp and pristine navy canvas. No decorations yet, he’s new. The light in his hand shifts it’s focus.

From the corner of my eye, I see him flash his light in the direction of Raz who’s been dragged out of la coche.

“He ain’t my boy.” My voice came out cool like the body of my car. I don’t know why I’m so calm on the outside. I should be panicking.

“Hmph,” Officer Hennessey didn’t seem to understand I was just a transporter, “- you’re not in deep, but we’ll have to ask ya some questions back at the station.”

There’s a long pause as I turn my head back to the highway. There’s a person on the other side I didn’t see before. Ragged. Smiling a toothless smile. Looked like he crawled out of the bayou. I blinked a couple of times to make sure he was real.

Officer Hennessey speaks again. He’s not satisfied with my silence. Dear Universe, I know nothing of Raz. Just that he ain’t one to mess with or question.

“Ma’am you realize Raz is part of the criminal drug ring that was exposed last week? His whole family was in on it, even the nieces.”

‘Even the poor tainted nieces.’

“Nah.” My response was automatic as my eyes fixated on the individual across the road. He inches closer with every word that comes out of Officer Hennessey’s mouth.

“Hmm...”

My response was not received well. He still thinks I know, but I don’t. I just know there’s a stranger heading our way.

“Officer -“ I start, but then I hear the shriek of Raz several meters ahead of me.

This ain’t good.

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