Chapter 18
The man in uniform was wearing rubber gloves. “So you object.”
“Yes! I object to having my cavities searched! Why would I ever agree?”
The man looked disappointed and took off the glove with an audible snap. “I’ll have to file you as non-cooperative with authorities.” He sighed. All that preparation and rude old me didn’t let him stick his fingers inside me.
“I honestly don’t care,” I told the police officer.
He sat down and wrote things in his report. I made a mental note to actively not look intimidating like that when I wrote things down myself.
“We have found suspicious substances and injection needles in the hotel room,” he read out loud.
“They have little red stickers on them, that describe their contents. Hardly suspicious.” I tried to keep my cool and be polite.
