023: I Fought the Law and the Law Won [Accidental Visual / Location: Taxon Police Station]
He'd confiscated her bass first and, in his search for more evidence, Taxon's new deputy sheriff had emptied the contents of DG's bag - the keys to her bike, her sketchbook, a couple of pencils, a pack of gum, a small doll in a green ballerina's dress and, of course, her tablet - out on to his desk. In typical Taxon fashion, he'd switched the camera on during his clumsy search.
The video showed the interior of Taxon's new police station. It wasn't a place that she'd intended to visit and, judging by the way that she glared at Barney with her hands on her hips, DG certainly didn't like the view that she was getting from the inside of her cell.
"Hey! You can't do this! What kind of cop refuses to tell someone what they're supposed to have done?" When she didn't get an answer, she continued. "Aren't you supposed to offer me bail?"
She'd never actually been arrested. (She'd broken the law, yes, but her punishments had come in the form of a handful of speeding tickets and some sanctimonious lectures from Officer Gulch.) She was sure that the prospect of bail was supposed to feature somewhere.
His search completed, Barney tipped his hat to the angry young woman in the cell and set off in search of the sheriff.
"I want a lawyer!" she shouted at his retreating back.
Once again, there was no reply.
DG sighed in irritation, but it was obvious that he wasn't going to be coming back for a while. After a few seconds of careful consideration, she held out her hand and closed her eyes. Carefully, slowly, the keys to her cell - which had been hanging on a peg near the door - began to drift through the air towards her.
The video showed the interior of Taxon's new police station. It wasn't a place that she'd intended to visit and, judging by the way that she glared at Barney with her hands on her hips, DG certainly didn't like the view that she was getting from the inside of her cell.
"Hey! You can't do this! What kind of cop refuses to tell someone what they're supposed to have done?" When she didn't get an answer, she continued. "Aren't you supposed to offer me bail?"
She'd never actually been arrested. (She'd broken the law, yes, but her punishments had come in the form of a handful of speeding tickets and some sanctimonious lectures from Officer Gulch.) She was sure that the prospect of bail was supposed to feature somewhere.
His search completed, Barney tipped his hat to the angry young woman in the cell and set off in search of the sheriff.
"I want a lawyer!" she shouted at his retreating back.
Once again, there was no reply.
DG sighed in irritation, but it was obvious that he wasn't going to be coming back for a while. After a few seconds of careful consideration, she held out her hand and closed her eyes. Carefully, slowly, the keys to her cell - which had been hanging on a peg near the door - began to drift through the air towards her.