when dealing with anything involving the MC. We don’t know how, but we know you can listen in on our private frequencies as well as the public ones, so we dispatch by cellphone when possible.”
“Haven’t checked, since I haven’t done it,” Brain said as he sat and leaned back, his long legs stretched out in front of him, a beer in his hand, “but I’m guessing someone’s written a law making it illegal to hack encrypted police frequencies.”
“Here’s the deal,” I told Graham, meeting his gaze as I sat forward and away from my dad. “If you need to ask me questions to help you find the assholes who got me, you have my undivided attention. But, if you’re here to hassle the MC, I’m going to ask you to leave.”
They tried to get me to give details about my kidnapper’s voices, but I couldn’t give them anything that stood out.
“Do you have any of them, yet?” I asked. “Has anyone come back to the house? I’m assuming you have a warrant to check the cellphone records of the homeowner, at least, right?”
“His cellphone was home all night. He must’ve taken a burner with him.”
“Can’t you look through the phone company data to find five phones travelling together, and who were at this house together at some point? Maybe track the other four back to their houses so you can find them?” Brain asked them.
“We’re working on it,” Graham told him with a smile. “Too bad you insist on working for the bad guys. Don’t know what your family did to turn you to the dark side, but it’s a shame.”
My dad stood and walked to the door. “And with that, gentlemen, you’ve worn out your welcome.” He opened it, clearly intending for them to leave, and Agent Graham looked at me in question.
“Yeah, bringing up Brain’s family like that was a low blow. I told you to stick to questions designed to help you find the bad guys, and not to hassle the MC. Brain’s my friend, he’s damned good with data and electronics, and he was offering free advice. Good advice, not smart-assed advice. Your response was uncalled for.”
Detective Johnson offered his hand to Brain as he said, “Some of us know your hands are cleaner than your dad and brother’s hands. I’ll explain it to Agent Graham while he drives me back to my car.”
Brain shook his hand without responding verbally. When the door had closed behind them and they were getting into their car, my dad looked at Brain and asked, “Tell me about Johnson?”
“Like I said before, he’s a good cop. Won’t hesitate to arrest us when he has evidence, but defends us when he doesn’t think we’re in the wrong.”
“He arrested me on an assault charge last year,” Bash said as he walked towards the ice cream maker. “Was polite, civil. Put the bracelets on me, read me my rights, and then talked to me about the ballgame from the night before on the ride to the station. He handed me off to a specific person for the booking, as if he wanted to make sure I was with someone he trusted, then put me in a room for my interrogation, and was an ass in there, but not as much as he could’ve been. I was out on bail the next day, and the charges fell apart within a week or two. He came to one of our parties right about that time and he was perfectly nice to me.”
“You’d trust him with Angelica? If she needs to ask for someone in the CPD, he’d be a good one for her to ask for?”
“Absolutely,” answered Brain. “He’d be the first to arrest her if he found out she’d done wrong, but otherwise, he’ll even stand up to his superiors if he feels an injustice is being done.”
Brain walked towards the control room hallway. “I trust Johnson but I’m still learning Graham. Hold up a minute while I sweep.”
Brain walked the room with his gadget, paying special attention to the places the officers had been, and didn’t find anything.
Bash had to fuck with the ice cream machine a bit, but fifteen minutes later, he handed me a bowl
“Haven’t checked, since I haven’t done it,” Brain said as he sat and leaned back, his long legs stretched out in front of him, a beer in his hand, “but I’m guessing someone’s written a law making it illegal to hack encrypted police frequencies.”
“Here’s the deal,” I told Graham, meeting his gaze as I sat forward and away from my dad. “If you need to ask me questions to help you find the assholes who got me, you have my undivided attention. But, if you’re here to hassle the MC, I’m going to ask you to leave.”
They tried to get me to give details about my kidnapper’s voices, but I couldn’t give them anything that stood out.
“Do you have any of them, yet?” I asked. “Has anyone come back to the house? I’m assuming you have a warrant to check the cellphone records of the homeowner, at least, right?”
“His cellphone was home all night. He must’ve taken a burner with him.”
“Can’t you look through the phone company data to find five phones travelling together, and who were at this house together at some point? Maybe track the other four back to their houses so you can find them?” Brain asked them.
“We’re working on it,” Graham told him with a smile. “Too bad you insist on working for the bad guys. Don’t know what your family did to turn you to the dark side, but it’s a shame.”
My dad stood and walked to the door. “And with that, gentlemen, you’ve worn out your welcome.” He opened it, clearly intending for them to leave, and Agent Graham looked at me in question.
“Yeah, bringing up Brain’s family like that was a low blow. I told you to stick to questions designed to help you find the bad guys, and not to hassle the MC. Brain’s my friend, he’s damned good with data and electronics, and he was offering free advice. Good advice, not smart-assed advice. Your response was uncalled for.”
Detective Johnson offered his hand to Brain as he said, “Some of us know your hands are cleaner than your dad and brother’s hands. I’ll explain it to Agent Graham while he drives me back to my car.”
Brain shook his hand without responding verbally. When the door had closed behind them and they were getting into their car, my dad looked at Brain and asked, “Tell me about Johnson?”
“Like I said before, he’s a good cop. Won’t hesitate to arrest us when he has evidence, but defends us when he doesn’t think we’re in the wrong.”
“He arrested me on an assault charge last year,” Bash said as he walked towards the ice cream maker. “Was polite, civil. Put the bracelets on me, read me my rights, and then talked to me about the ballgame from the night before on the ride to the station. He handed me off to a specific person for the booking, as if he wanted to make sure I was with someone he trusted, then put me in a room for my interrogation, and was an ass in there, but not as much as he could’ve been. I was out on bail the next day, and the charges fell apart within a week or two. He came to one of our parties right about that time and he was perfectly nice to me.”
“You’d trust him with Angelica? If she needs to ask for someone in the CPD, he’d be a good one for her to ask for?”
“Absolutely,” answered Brain. “He’d be the first to arrest her if he found out she’d done wrong, but otherwise, he’ll even stand up to his superiors if he feels an injustice is being done.”
Brain walked towards the control room hallway. “I trust Johnson but I’m still learning Graham. Hold up a minute while I sweep.”
Brain walked the room with his gadget, paying special attention to the places the officers had been, and didn’t find anything.
Bash had to fuck with the ice cream machine a bit, but fifteen minutes later, he handed me a bowl
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