Trooper Station: Sunday Morning

[fracknotfrak]

It was bad news for Vic Morretti but then again she never got any news that wasn't good. Turns out the morgue had lost Wayne's body and without a body there was no autopsy, no habeas corpus and just no damn progress at all

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[the_merriest]

It was late in the evening when a prisoner was brought in. One who immediately began making a fuss.

"This here is a violation!" shouted a very grumpy, very handcuffed Ricki. "I have rights! I get a phone call, and a lawyer! You ain't got nothin' on me!"

Except the bit where she'd been arrested red-handed in a gambling den. That might be something, right there.

[fracknotfrak]

"Stuff it, Ricki," Vic said as she opened up the jail cell. "From now on you'll be counting the days of your sentence instead of Casino chips."

[the_merriest]

"I know important people!" Ricki insisted. "Ones you shouldn't piss off! I better get my phone call now, or heads are gonna roll!"

This wasn't quite the empty threat it sounded like. Reno probably didn't take kindly to people arresting his girl. She had to hope so, anyway.

So as soon as she could actually tell him, he'd straighten it all out. Right? Right.

[fracknotfrak]

"Here's a quarter and a phone," Vic said flipping a coin at Ricki into the cell. "Call someone who cares."