Snitch
Victory in Sight
God cop cars smell. Sweat, blood, drugs, vomit; I wonder if they ever bother cleaning the damn things.
"You better not have ratted us out, kid."
I look toward Lt. Michealson. "You wish."
The car jerks to a stop at a red light. Three blocks to go. He turns around, his red face set in a deep frown.
"You help me put these guys away, you stay out of the federal pen. You rat us out and you go to jail for so many years you'll be dead when you come out."
I glance down at my phone. We're ready.
The unmarked car stops outside a house on X street. I open the door but Michealson shakes his head.
"You stay here, kid. I don't trust you."
Fuck. As soon as Michealson's back is turned, I text Aaron for help.
See the signs of our victory
I wrinkle my brow, glancing toward the house. Not only has a S.W.A.T. team arrived, but my side is ready, guns pointing out windows. Michealson turns, his face redder than ever.
I wrench the door open and run. Someone heavy lands on me, breath hot on my neck. Cold cuffs snick into place and Michealson yanks me to my feet. He drags me to a cruiser and throws me inside, slamming the door. Satisfaction spreads on his face as he gives S.W.A.T. the go signal. Somehow, I don't think my side is going to be victorious tonight.