"So, come here often?"
That awkward silence after the cop had finally left the room had finally been broken. By none other than Creeper who sat looking extremely tired and impatient on the opposite side of the table. Also add fairly high to that list of things as he still had the wrist band from the ER on his wrist and the stitches along his forehead and back of his head said enough about the night he'd had. Mix that with the bruises clear as day on his shoulder, neck, some below the tank he wore. If Sebastian hadn't have been told the fight had been BAD it would have been blatantly obvious seeing Creeper sitting there. One guy had died even! Though that was still being investigated and Creeper hadn't even been found with a gun unlike a few of them so he was ruled out for that at least.
The full story? Mixed with everyone's side of things and a good amount of refusing to talk to the police looked like some kind of internal beef. It had happened at a hotel where they'd found clear indication of a struggle in one of the rooms with a door left open. Broken tv, meth on the bed stand, a bit of blood on the floor from someone still being ran for a match. When the cops had gotten there at least twenty bikes had gotten away and another thirteen they'd caught. All in Mayans cuts though some said Oakland, two said Yuma, Arizona and Creepers of course Santo Padre. Creeper had all but came jogging up and turned himself in which was probably the biggest stumper on his file. He could have easily gotten away. Then of course lastly the body of one of Oakland's members with a bullet through his dome.
All that of course contained in the file Sebastian already had mixed with what the detective had told him who'd called him. He needed Creeper at least out on bail and home, same with Manny. Should be easy right? So much going on, lack of any real camera footage except a bit from the liquor store across the street. A case to easy turn into a minor assault charge if even that.
"Every day," Sebastian answered dryly. He thumbed through the file again, his eyes skimming the information. "I know what the file says," he began, "but why don't you tell me in your own words what happened. I'm guessing you don't turn yourself in every day, especially looking like such a sight for sore eyes. No offense," he added laconically, almost as if he cared about offending prospective clients.
It had been quite a while since he'd had a case that piqued his interest. Of course, he'd only started this firm to protect his best friend from blundering his way into prison. He'd gained a reputation for excellence, and he could easily afford to put his son through college even without his new sugar daddy, but he couldn't shake this hollow, gnawing feeling. Something was missing, some sort of excitement in his life.
Hacking the liquor store camera and replacing the footage with boring everyday traffic was something he could easily delegate to Trent. Sebastian was good at planting cameras; Trent was good at remotely reprogramming and hacking them.
Creeper sort of shrugged at that response and chuckled briefly looking down to his hand. Another good sized bruise and blood still on his knuckles. Fuck those pussies using bats! He really did plan to let those three have it the next time he saw them. "Yeah I guess that does look weird huh?" He finally replied looking back up to Sebastian finally sort of eyeing the blonde for a moment before heaving a heavy sigh. "Well, look... If you know enough of what the pigs know then you know I wasn't arrested for a brawl with Niners. ((The Black gang in SOA)) Also don't expect you to give you anymore names than the pigs have. At least not while we're sitting here. Sure you understand why I can't fucking do that shit" He added before moving to lean back in the chair again arms folding over his chest as his foot slightly restlessly bounced for a moment.
"I just outside chilling with a friend by the van. Back doors were open so I didn't fuckin see a thing. Um... He had a new gun so I was showing him how to use the safety. Didn't see them at all, but I felt it. Back of my head ... I was out. Woke up to them beating me and my buddy with baseball bats. Couldn't even get up, I didn't hurt anyone tonight. But I did hear the gun go off at some point during that. Brains a little mixed up round that last bit I know they took off after that and I managed to get up and run for our bikes. Cops were getting there by this point um..." He paused biting his lower lip for a moment trying to recall if he'd even missed any pieces.
"Anyway before I got on my bike, I realized Paco was missing. Must of been back with the others. So I ran back and found him getting lined up and cuffed" He added hand moving to briefly play with the scraggly hair on his chin seeming to think for a moment before he snickered again. "Yeah... Not the most interesting story I'm afraid. Afraid I probably had the... Shittiest time out of everyone tonight. Well except the guy who apparently got stabbed. Saw the ambulance haul him off before they loaded us up" He added a bit tiredly expression fading a bit. Fuck even with that one and the dead guy this shit needed answered. They'd been there to try and PREVENT WAR! FUCK DIAZ!!!! He had to have planned to do all of this from the start.
Sebastian nodded. He didn't mind meeting this man somewhere else to hear more details. That was a routine part of the job.
"If they caught you from behind and beat you and your friend, I don't see why you're the one getting arrested," he said, "since if you had done anything, it could be considered self-defense. But we can go over the details later. For now you'll want to get out and go home.... Though maybe I can convince you to meet me at a friend's place for drinks," he suggested casually. "He's hosting a few hundred guests, should be easier to relax, maybe talk some more." He handed Creeper both his professional card and his sugar daddy/new husband's with the address to the nightclub. "Hope to see you there. Unless there's anything you have to say right now, I'll talk to them about your release."
"Yeah well... The piggies round here ain't very talkative" Creeper replied to the first part with a bit of scoff. Yeah he'd been grabbed and thrown down the moment he'd walked up. Not the most uncommon thing given the situation. Though there was at least the hope he could get off with not even being charged with shit. At least he had something going for him. Some of the guys probably not so much. Moving to take the card he eyed it for a moment in thought. "Yeah, uh, guess I'll let you know" He replied with a bit of a twisted smirk to himself before he glanced up and after Sebastian for a moment. Easy, at least he hoped it would be. Considering they didn't have anything on him save for assault charges. Of course they were being investigated to a degree on the murder but that was going to take time. ALOT of time and so long as he didn't mention Steve... No one would be able to prove who did it. The prospect had been in the van to so he was only possibly on the liquor store cameras earlier that day. Lucky ass Steve.
Getting Creeper out and back home wasn't difficult. Assault charges weren't too likely to hold up if Creeper had been jumped the second he'd walked up.
Once Sebastian was out of the "no smoking" range of the jail, he lit up a clove like he always did when in need of stimulation and sex or adrenaline weren't viable options. Not like he could get cancer, anyway.
He opened his old-fashioned Filofax and checked his itinerary, then cursed inwardly. He'd finish his clove and head back in. Maybe the next one would be more thrilling. He doubted it, though.
"Look man I already told you.... I was asleep" Manny was mid remarking to the cop who was across from him. Yeah he hadn't budged on shit not even slightly. Did it really matter? More than likely they'd pin something on all of them if they fucking could. Fucking Christ this was bullshit! Knee bouncing and arms folded over his chest he didn't seem amused as the cop came back at him sounding frustrated.
"So you slept through that fuckin blood on your god damn shirt that ain't fuckin yours. You know what I ain't got time for these games. Once we get that shit tested we'll see how smart you think you fuckin are kid" The older man grumbled moving to stand. Oh yeah he was fairly pissed at this point.
Immediately Manny was giggling like a damn fifth grade girl and nodding "Yeah and it'll be Louis's like a mother fuckin told you lil fuckin bitches... Twice now" Manny mused smartly at the other as he slouched more in the chair. Well then came the knock and as he heard the woman announce a lawyer was there asking for Manny he immediately smirked almost wickedly. "Nice chat... Hey wanna get me more coffee gramps?" He mused holding up the Styrofoam cup and waiving it smartly.
This of course got no response other than a glare as the older man turned and sort of glared at the lawyer as well. "fuckin have fun" the old cop sort of snarked at Sebastian before heading out and closing the door not to quietly.
"Wow, he really seemed uptight. What a fuckin bitch" Manny snickered a bit as he leaned back in his seat.
"Is that an offer or a dare?" Sebastian asked the cop, snickering as he slammed the door.
"Yeah, no kidding," he replied to Manny. "What'd you do to deserve a tight-ass like that? I mean, on a karmic level?" He set the file down on the table. "Good shirt. I've been meaning to get one in that color," he added.
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