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"Aren't you going to say anything?" I demanded. "You're in this too, you know."
"There's no need," the street vendor shrugged. "It's not like we were in trouble or anything."
"That's fu
"So what? They aren't really serious. Are you. Captain?" The Pervect who had been arguing with me shot him a dark look, but I noticed he didn't contradict what had been said.
"I'll bite J.R.," I said, still watching the captain. "What are you seeing that I'm not in this situation?"
"It's what isn't happening that's the tip-off," he winked. "What isn't happening is we aren't being booked. We've been here a long time and they haven't charged us with any crimes."
"But the Captain here said..."
"He said they could charge us with etc., etc. You notice he hasn't actually done it. Believe me, Mr. Skeeve, if they were going to jail us, we'd have been behind bars an hour ago. They're just playing games to stall for a while." What he said seemed incredible considering the amount of grief we were being put through, yet I couldn't find a hole in his logic. I turned to the captain and raised an eyebrow.
"Is that true?" I said.
The policeman ignored me, leaning back in his chair to stare at J.R. through half-closed eyes. "You seem to know a lot about police procedure, son. Almost as if you've been rousted before."
A sneer spread across the street vendor's face as he met the challenge head on.
"Anyone who works the streets gets hassled," he said. "It's how you police protect the upstanding citizens from merchants like me who are too poor to afford a storefront. I suppose it is a lot safer than taking on the real criminals who might shoot back. We should be grateful to our defenders of the law. If it wasn't for them, the dimension would probably be overrun with street vendors and parking violators."
I should have been grateful for the diversion after being on the hot seat myself for so long. Unfortunately, I had also logged in a fair amount of time as the Great Skeeve, and as such was much more accustomed to being hassled than I was to being overlooked.
"I believe the question was ‘Are we or are we not being charged with any crimes?' " I said pointedly. "I'm still waiting for an answer."
The captain glowered at me for a few moments, but when I didn't drop my return gaze, he heaved a sigh. "No. We won't be bringing any charges against you at this time."
"Then we're free to go?"
"Well, there are a few more questions you'll have to answer first. After that, you're free to..."
"That's ‘more' as in new questions, not the same ones all over again. Right?"
The policeman glared at me, but now that I knew we were in the clear, I was starting to have fun with this. "That's right," he said through gritted teeth.
"Okay. Shoot."
I suddenly realized that was an unfortunate use of words in a room full of armed policemen, but it escaped u
"What kind of a silly question is that? Of course I want to."
Kalvin was waving frantically at me and pointing to J.R. The street vendor was shaking his head in a slow, but firm, negative.
"... Um... before I make up my mind on that, Captain," I hedged, trying to figure out what J.R. was thinking, "could you tell me what happens if I don't press charges?"
"We can probably hold onto them until tomorrow moming for questioning, but then we'll let them go." That didn't sound like particularly satisfying treatment for a gang that had tried to rob me. Still, J.R. seemed to know what he was doing so far, and I was disinclined to go against his signaled advice.
"... And if I DO press charges?" I pressed, trying to sort it out.
"I'm not a judge," the captain shrugged, "so I can't say for sure... but I can give you my best guess."
"Please."
"We'll charge them with Attempted Robbery and Assault with Intent To Do Great Bodily Harm... I don't think we could make Attempted Murder stick."
That sounded pretty good to me, but the policeman wasn't finished.
"... Then the court will appoint a lawyer—if they don't already have one—who will arrange for bail to be set. They'll probably raise the money from a bondsman and be back on the streets before noon tomorrow."
"What? But they..."
"It'll take a couple of months for the trial to be scheduled, at which point it'll be your word against theirs... and they're not only locals, they have you outnumbered." I was starting to see the light.
"... That is, if it gets to trial. More than likely there'll be some plea bargaining, and they'll plead guilty to a lesser charge, which means a smaller sentence with an earlier parole—if the sentence isn't suspended as soon as it's handed down..."
"Whoa! Stop! I think I'll just pass on pressing charges."
"Thought you would," the captain nodded. "It's prob ably the easiest way for everybody. After all, you weren't hurt, and you've still got your money."
"Of course, the next person they jump may not be quite so lucky" I said dryly.
"I didn't say it was the best way to handle it, just the easiest."
Before I could think of a witty answer to that one, a uniformed policeman rapped at the doorframe, entered the room, and passed a sheet of paper to the captain. Something about the way the latter* s lips tightened as he sca
"Well, well, Mis-ter Skeeve," he said at last, dropping the paper onto the desk in front of him. "It seems this isn't the first time you've dealt with the police since arriving in this dimension."
"Uh-oh," Kalvin-exclaimed, rolling his eyes, "here it comes!"
"What makes you say that, Captain?" I had a hunch it wouldn't do any good to act i
"What makes me say that is the report I just received. I thought I should check with the other precincts to see if they had heard of you, and it seems they have."
"That's why they've been stalling," J.R. put in. "To wait until the reports came in. It's called police efficiency." The captain ignored him.
"According to this, you've had two run-ins with the police already. First for acting suspicious on the public streets..."
"I was being polite instead of barreling into people!" I broke in, exasperated. "I'm sorry, I was new here and didn't know ‘rude' was the operative word for this dimension. You should put up signs or something warning people that being polite is grounds for harassment on Perv!"
The captain continued as if I hadn't spoken. "... And later that same day, you tried to get out of paying for a pretty expensive meal."
"I fainted, for Pete's sake! As soon as I came to, I paid for the meal, even though I hadn't eaten a bite."
"Now that in itself sounds a little suspicious," the captain said, pursing his lips. "Why would you order a meal you couldn't, or wouldn't, eat?"
"Because I didn't know I couldn't eat it when I ordered it, obviously. I keep telling you... I'm new here!"
"Uh huh," the policeman leaned back and studied me through slitted eyes. "You've got a glib answer for every thing... don't you. Mister Skeeve."
"That's because it's true! Would I be less suspicious if I didn't have answers for your questions? Tell me, Captain, I really want to know! I know I'm not a criminal, what does it take to convince you?"
The captain shook his head slowly.
"Frankly, I don't know. I've been on the force for a long time, and I've learned to trust my instincts. Your story sounds good, but my instinct tells me you're trouble looking for a place to happen."
I could see I was playing into a stacked deck, so I abandoned the idea of impressing him with my i