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.The hotel swore—”“Yes, I got it.But it’s not about Michael, or not his murder anyway.They arrested me over stolen antiquities.”“For what?” was all I heard before her voice cut out.After that I just heard static and the occasional burst of sound, then nothing.“Jane? Can you hear me? Jane!” When the silence switched to a beeping sound I handed the phone back to Sergeant Ramos.“We got cut off.Can I call again?”“Maybe later,” he said, settling himself behind his desk and motioning for me to sit too.I eased myself into the only other chair in the room, metal with a ripped vinyl seat.Sergeant Ramos reached up and pulled the cord hanging from the ceiling fan, causing a flurry among the papers on his desk.He seemed not to notice.“Ms.Mancini,” he leaned back in his desk chair and clasped his hand behind his head, revealing two large sweat rings.“What are we going to do with you?” To be honest, he didn’t seem all that concerned.“You could send me home?”He smiled.“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”“Then I’m all out of ideas.”He picked up the phone and called someone named Paco.They spoke in a mixture of Spanish and English, but I got the gist of the conversation.Sergeant Ramos wanted to ship me off to Paco’s jail, but Paco wasn’t obliging.Sergeant Ramos hung up and muttered to himself.“I still vote for sending me home.”Sergeant Ramos ignored me and focused on the dogs.“Boys you’re going to need to move over.” The mutt barked, but the shepherd didn’t move.“Please don’t put me in there.I’m afraid of dogs.” I wasn’t.I was just hoping for better accommodations.“They’re very friendly,” he said.“Completely useless as guard dogs.”“I’m sure they are, but I’m really afraid of dogs.”He sighed.“I guess I could leave them in the bathroom.We don’t like to let them have the run of the place because they tend to chew on whatever they can find.”That explained my chair.Sergeant Ramos unlocked the cell and the mutt, Sundance, began jumping on him.The shepherd, Butch, still didn’t move.The irony of two police dogs being named after famous outlaws was not lost on me, but it was lost on Sergeant Ramos.When I asked him about it he just shrugged and went back to his desk for a box of doggie treats.“C’mon boys,” he said, shaking the box above his head as he slowly backed out into the hall.Sundance went nuts jumping on his hind legs trying to reach them.Butch pushed himself up from his mat with obvious effort, and loped after them.“Satisfied?” he asked, when both dogs were locked in the bathroom.Actually, I had to pee, but I decided now was not the time to mention it.I reluctantly followed Sergeant Ramos back to the cell and was horrified when he lifted Butch’s filthy mat from the floor and threw it on the metal cot.“I’m not sleeping on that.”“Butch won’t mind.”“Well I will.It’s probably infested with fleas and God knows what else.”Sergeant Ramos ripped the mat off the cot and threw it back on the floor.“Then you can sleep on it without a mattress.”“C’mon,” I said softening my tone, “try to look at it from my perspective.I’m new to the criminal world.Up until a few hours ago, I was on my honeymoon.”He didn’t seem amused.“I’ve got no other place for you.I tried Parrot Caye and their cell’s being used.I don’t think you want to room with an accused rapist, do you?”“Definitely not.” Even the flea bed would be better than that.“Isn’t there somewhere else you could put me?” I pointed to the door next to the bathroom.“What’s in that one?”“Storage.”An hour and a half later, the Camus Caye police department had a new cell.We’d pushed the file cabinets into the corner, moved all the boxes to the main room, sent the dogs back to their cell, and transferred the cleaning supplies (which didn’t look like they’d received much use) to the bathroom.Then I swept the floor while Sergeant Ramos grabbed a bench from the picnic table outside and a beach towel from the trunk of his car.“I just need you to help me open these windows,” I said, fighting with the rusted louvers which, judging from the accumulation of dust, looked like they hadn’t been opened in years.He shook his head.“It wouldn’t be secure.”“You can’t leave me in here all night with no air-conditioning and no windows, I’ll suffocate.” Surely even in Belize they had laws against cruel and unusual punishment.“Wait here,” he said and returned with his small desk fan.“All that’s going to do is blow hot air around.”“Then you can sleep with the dogs in the cell!”I sighed.“Can’t you put something on the outside of the windows?”“Like what?”“I don’t know.Barbed wire?” Did I have to think of everything? He was the cop, I was just the prisoner, or detainee as I preferred to think of myself [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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