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I pull my license from my wallet and my father hands me his insurance card. When I hand both of them to Trey, he eyes my ID first. He smirks almost immediately. “Owen Gentry?” He taps my driver’s license against my car and laughs. “Wow. Never thought I’d hear that name again.”
I run my thumbs around the steering wheel and shake my head. He definitely remembers, all right. Not good.
Trey lifts his flashlight and shines it inside the car, running it over the backseat and then landing it on my father. My father shields his eyes with his elbow.
“That you, Callahan?”
My father nods but doesn’t respond.
Trey laughs again. “Well this is just a real treat.”
I assume Trey knows my father because he’s a defense attorney, and I’m not so sure that’s a good thing for us right now. It’s not uncommon for the lawyers who defend criminals to be loathed by the officers who arrest those criminals.
Trey lowers the flashlight and takes a step back. “Step out of the car, sir.” His words are directed at me, so I do what he says. I open the door and step out. Almost immediately, he grabs me by the arm and pulls until I willingly turn and lay my arms on the hood. He begins frisking me. “You got anything in your possession I should be aware of?”
What the hell? I shake my head. “No. I’m just driving my father home.”
“Have you had anything to drink tonight?”
I think back on the drinks I had at the bar earlier, but that was a couple of hours ago. I’m not even sure if I should bring that up. The hesitation in my answer doesn’t please him. He turns me around and shines the light directly into my eyes. “How much have you had to drink?”
I shake my head and try to look away from the blinding light. “Just a couple. It was earlier.”
He steps back and tells my father to get out of the car. Luckily, my father gets the door open. At least he’s sober enough to do that.
“Come around the car,” Trey says to my father. He watches as my father stumbles from the passenger side, all the way to where I’m standing, holding the edge of the car for support during his journey. He’s obviously drunk and I’m honestly not sure if it’s illegal for a passenger to be intoxicated. As far as Trey knows, my father wasn’t driving.
“Do I have permission to search the vehicle?”
I look at my father for guidance, but he’s leaning against the car with his eyes closed. He looks ready to fall asleep. I debate whether or not to refuse the search, but figure that would just give Trey more reason to become suspicious. Besides, my father knows the repercussions of traveling with anything that could get him into trouble, so even though he was dumb enough to drive after drinking tonight, I seriously doubt he would actually have anything in his possession that could jeopardize his career. I casually shrug and then say, “Go ahead.” I just want Trey to get revenge out of his system so he can be done with it and leave.
Trey orders us to stand near the rear of the vehicle while he leans across the front seat. My father is alert now, watching him closely. He’s wringing his hands together and his eyes are wide with fear. The look on his face is enough for me to know that Trey is more than likely going to find something inside this car.
“Dad,” I whisper, disappointed. His eyes meet mine and they’re full of apologies.
I can’t count the number of times my father has promised me he was going to get help. I think he waited a little too long.
My father closes his eyes when Trey begins making his way to the rear of the vehicle. He sets one, two, three bottles of pills on the car. He proceeds to open each one to inspect the contents.
“Looks like Oxy,” Trey says, rolling a pill between his thumb and forefinger. He looks at me and then at my father. “Either of you have a prescription for these?”
I look at my father, hoping beyond all hope that he does, in fact, have a prescription. I know it’s wishful thinking, though.
Trey smiles. The bastard smiles like he just hit gold. He leans his elbows on the car and begins putting the pills back into their bottles, one by one. “You know,” he says, looking at neither of us, but speaking to us both, “Oxy is considered a penalty group one drug when obtained illegally.” He looks up at me. “Now, I know you aren’t a lawyer like your father here, so let me explain it to you in laymen’s terms.” He stands up straight and puts the caps back on the bottles. “In the state of Texas, being arrested for a penalty group one is an automatic state-jail felony.”
I close my eyes and exhale. This is the last thing my father needs. If he loses his career on top of everything else he’s lost, there’s no way he would survive.
“I suggest, before either of you speak again, that you take into consideration what would happen if a defense attorney were to be charged with a felony. I’m almost certain that would result in the loss of his license to practice law.”
Trey walks around the vehicle and steps between my father and me. He eyes my father up and down.
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I pull my license from my wallet and my father hands me his insurance card. When I hand both of them to Trey, he eyes my ID first. He smirks almost immediately. “Owen Gentry?” He taps my driver’s license against my car and laughs. “Wow. Never thought I’d hear that name again.”I run my thumbs around the steering wheel and shake my head. He definitely remembers, all right. Not good.Trey lifts his flashlight and shines it inside the car, running it over the backseat and then landing it on my father. My father shields his eyes with his elbow.“That you, Callahan?”My father nods but doesn’t respond.Trey laughs again. “Well this is just a real treat.”I assume Trey knows my father because he’s a defense attorney, and I’m not so sure that’s a good thing for us right now. It’s not uncommon for the lawyers who defend criminals to be loathed by the officers who arrest those criminals.Trey lowers the flashlight and takes a step back. “Step out of the car, sir.” His words are directed at me, so I do what he says. I open the door and step out. Almost immediately, he grabs me by the arm and pulls until I willingly turn and lay my arms on the hood. He begins frisking me. “You got anything in your possession I should be aware of?”What the hell? I shake my head. “No. I’m just driving my father home.”“Have you had anything to drink tonight?”I think back on the drinks I had at the bar earlier, but that was a couple of hours ago. I’m not even sure if I should bring that up. The hesitation in my answer doesn’t please him. He turns me around and shines the light directly into my eyes. “How much have you had to drink?”I shake my head and try to look away from the blinding light. “Just a couple. It was earlier.”He steps back and tells my father to get out of the car. Luckily, my father gets the door open. At least he’s sober enough to do that.“Come around the car,” Trey says to my father. He watches as my father stumbles from the passenger side, all the way to where I’m standing, holding the edge of the car for support during his journey. He’s obviously drunk and I’m honestly not sure if it’s illegal for a passenger to be intoxicated. As far as Trey knows, my father wasn’t driving.“Do I have permission to search the vehicle?”I look at my father for guidance, but he’s leaning against the car with his eyes closed. He looks ready to fall asleep. I debate whether or not to refuse the search, but figure that would just give Trey more reason to become suspicious. Besides, my father knows the repercussions of traveling with anything that could get him into trouble, so even though he was dumb enough to drive after drinking tonight, I seriously doubt he would actually have anything in his possession that could jeopardize his career. I casually shrug and then say, “Go ahead.” I just want Trey to get revenge out of his system so he can be done with it and leave.Trey orders us to stand near the rear of the vehicle while he leans across the front seat. My father is alert now, watching him closely. He’s wringing his hands together and his eyes are wide with fear. The look on his face is enough for me to know that Trey is more than likely going to find something inside this car.“Dad,” I whisper, disappointed. His eyes meet mine and they’re full of apologies.I can’t count the number of times my father has promised me he was going to get help. I think he waited a little too long.My father closes his eyes when Trey begins making his way to the rear of the vehicle. He sets one, two, three bottles of pills on the car. He proceeds to open each one to inspect the contents.“Looks like Oxy,” Trey says, rolling a pill between his thumb and forefinger. He looks at me and then at my father. “Either of you have a prescription for these?”I look at my father, hoping beyond all hope that he does, in fact, have a prescription. I know it’s wishful thinking, though.Trey smiles. The bastard smiles like he just hit gold. He leans his elbows on the car and begins putting the pills back into their bottles, one by one. “You know,” he says, looking at neither of us, but speaking to us both, “Oxy is considered a penalty group one drug when obtained illegally.” He looks up at me. “Now, I know you aren’t a lawyer like your father here, so let me explain it to you in laymen’s terms.” He stands up straight and puts the caps back on the bottles. “In the state of Texas, being arrested for a penalty group one is an automatic state-jail felony.”I close my eyes and exhale. This is the last thing my father needs. If he loses his career on top of everything else he’s lost, there’s no way he would survive.“I suggest, before either of you speak again, that you take into consideration what would happen if a defense attorney were to be charged with a felony. I’m almost certain that would result in the loss of his license to practice law.”Trey walks around the vehicle and steps between my father and me. He eyes my father up and down.
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Aku menarik lisensi saya dari dompet saya dan ayah saya tangan saya kartu asuransinya. Ketika saya menyerahkan keduanya ke Trey, ia mata ID pertama saya. Dia menyeringai segera. "Owen Gentry?" Dia keran SIM terhadap mobil saya dan tertawa. "Wow. Tidak pernah berpikir saya akan mendengar nama itu lagi.
"Saya menjalankan jempol saya sekitar roda kemudi dan menggeleng. Dia pasti ingat, oke. Tidak baik.
Trey mengangkat senter dan bersinar di dalam mobil, berjalan di atas kursi belakang dan kemudian mendarat pada ayah saya. Ayah saya melindungi matanya dengan sikunya.
"Bahwa Anda, Callahan?"
Ayahku mengangguk tapi tidak merespon.
Trey tertawa lagi. "Yah ini hanya memperlakukan nyata."
Saya menganggap Trey tahu ayah saya karena dia seorang pengacara pembela, dan aku tidak begitu yakin itu hal yang baik bagi kita sekarang. Ini tidak biasa bagi pengacara yang membela penjahat akan dibenci oleh petugas yang menangkap penjahat.
Trey menurunkan senter dan mengambil langkah mundur. "Langkah keluar dari mobil, Pak." Kata-katanya yang ditujukan pada saya, jadi saya melakukan apa yang dia katakan. Aku membuka pintu dan melangkah keluar. Hampir segera, ia meraih lenganku dan menarik sampai aku rela berbalik dan berbaring lengan saya pada kap mesin. Dia mulai menggeledah saya. "Kau punya sesuatu milik Anda Aku harus sadar?"
Apa? Aku menggeleng. "Tidak. Aku hanya mengemudi ayahku pulang.
"" Apakah Anda punya apa-apa untuk minum malam ini? "Saya rasa kembali pada minuman aku di bar sebelumnya, tapi itu beberapa jam yang lalu.
Aku bahkan tidak yakin apakah saya harus membawa bahwa sampai. Ragu dalam jawaban saya tidak menyenangkan hatinya. Dia ternyata saya sekitar dan bersinar cahaya langsung ke mata saya. "Berapa banyak yang harus Anda harus minum?"
Aku menggeleng dan mencoba untuk berpaling dari cahaya yang menyilaukan. "Hanya beberapa. Itu sebelumnya.
"Dia melangkah kembali dan memberitahu ayah saya untuk keluar dari mobil. Untungnya, ayah saya mendapat pintu terbuka. Setidaknya dia cukup sadar untuk melakukan itu.
"Ayo sekitar mobil," kata Trey untuk ayah saya. Ia menonton sebagai ayah saya tersandung dari sisi penumpang, semua jalan ke mana aku berdiri, memegang tepi mobil untuk dukungan selama perjalanannya. Dia jelas mabuk dan aku jujur ​​tidak yakin apakah itu ilegal untuk penumpang yang akan mabuk. Sejauh Trey tahu, ayah saya tidak mengemudi.
"Apakah saya memiliki izin untuk mencari kendaraan?"
Aku melihat ayah saya untuk bimbingan, tapi dia bersandar mobil dengan mata tertutup. Dia tampak siap untuk jatuh tertidur. Aku berdebat apakah atau tidak untuk menolak pencarian, tapi angka itu hanya akan memberikan Trey lebih banyak alasan untuk menjadi curiga. Selain itu, ayah saya tahu dampak dari bepergian dengan apa pun yang bisa membuatnya kesulitan, jadi meskipun dia cukup bodoh untuk drive setelah minum malam ini, aku benar-benar ragu ia akan benar-benar memiliki apa-apa di tangannya yang bisa membahayakan karirnya. Aku santai mengangkat bahu dan kemudian berkata, "Silakan." Saya hanya ingin Trey untuk membalas dendam keluar dari sistem sehingga ia dapat dilakukan dengan hal itu dan meninggalkan.
Trey memerintahkan kita untuk berdiri di dekat bagian belakang kendaraan saat ia bersandar di bagian depan kursi. Ayah saya adalah peringatan sekarang, mengamatinya dengan seksama. Dia meremas-remas tangannya dan matanya lebar ketakutan. Raut wajahnya cukup bagi saya untuk mengetahui bahwa Trey lebih dari mungkin akan menemukan sesuatu di dalam mobil ini.
"Ayah," bisikku, kecewa. Matanya bertemu saya dan mereka penuh permintaan maaf.
Aku tidak bisa menghitung berapa kali ayah saya telah berjanji saya ia akan mendapatkan bantuan. Saya pikir dia menunggu sedikit terlalu lama.
Ayah saya menutup matanya ketika Trey mulai membuat jalan ke bagian belakang kendaraan. Dia menetapkan satu, dua, tiga botol pil pada mobil. Dia melanjutkan untuk membuka masing-masing untuk memeriksa isinya.
"Sepertinya Oxy," Trey mengatakan, bergulir pil antara ibu jari dan telunjuk. Dia menatapku dan kemudian ayahku. "Salah satu dari Anda memiliki resep untuk ini?"
Saya melihat ayah saya, berharap melampaui semua berharap bahwa dia tidak, pada kenyataannya, memiliki resep. Aku tahu itu angan-angan, meskipun.
Trey tersenyum. Bajingan itu tersenyum seperti dia hanya memukul emas. Dia bersandar sikunya pada mobil dan mulai menempatkan pil kembali ke dalam botol mereka, satu per satu. "Kau tahu," katanya, melihat tak satu pun dari kita, tetapi berbicara kepada kami berdua, "Oxy dianggap kelompok penalti satu obat ketika diperoleh secara ilegal." Dia melihat ke arahku. "Sekarang, saya tahu Anda bukan pengacara seperti ayahmu di sini, jadi mari saya jelaskan kepada Anda dalam istilah awam." Dia berdiri tegak dan menempatkan topi kembali pada botol. "Di negara bagian Texas, ditangkap untuk kelompok hukuman satu adalah negara-penjara kejahatan otomatis."
Aku menutup mata dan menghembuskan napas. Ini adalah hal terakhir ayah saya perlu. Jika ia kehilangan karirnya di atas segalanya dia hilang, tidak ada cara dia akan bertahan.
"Saya sarankan, sebelum salah satu dari Anda berbicara lagi, bahwa Anda mempertimbangkan apa yang akan terjadi jika seorang pengacara pertahanan juga dikenakan dengan tindak pidana . Saya hampir yakin bahwa akan mengakibatkan hilangnya lisensi untuk praktek hukum.
"Trey berjalan di sekitar kendaraan dan langkah-langkah antara ayah saya dan saya. Dia mata ayah saya naik dan turun.
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