Face the Music by Lesley Choyce

Author:Lesley Choyce [Choyce, Lesley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Orca Book Publishers
Published: 2022-01-22T20:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

There were a lot of cops in the police-station parking lot. Sean kept clenching and unclenching his fists and was breathing kind of funny. Sean was the kind of guy who couldn’t hide his real feelings, I guess. We were without a doubt a couple of stupid losers—busted our first day in the city. Two of the cops, drinking coffee from paper cups, stared at us as we made our way to Sean’s car.

“Get in,” Sean said, giving a dirty look to the two staring cops. They just kept staring. He didn’t like that. “Better go find some donuts, boys!” he yelled over to them. He was a real charmer.

Mason tried to get in the front again, but Sean stopped him. “In the back, scumbag,” he said. So we both plunked down in the back seat. Sean planted himself behind the wheel and turned around to look at us. “I have no words to express how I’m feeling right now.” But I could tell from the look of him that he was steaming mad. “And now you’ve blown my cover as well.”

I had already noticed that Sean liked to pose most anything he said to us in the form of an insult or a threat. He had obviously honed this skill during his time on the road as front man for Vacuum Head. He made a move to start the car, but then turned around again and screamed at us at the top of his lungs. “How stupid can you be?”

It was what my high-school English teacher used to call a rhetorical question, meaning that it didn’t require an answer. But leave it to Mason to offer what he thought was a reasonable explanation. “The money was just there for the taking,” he said with a shrug.

Sean raised his fist in that now-familiar manner and screamed in Mason’s face, “You don’t steal from musicians, asshole!” Droplets of spit sprayed over us.

This outburst drew the attention of the two coffee cops, who now ambled over our way. The larger one tapped on Sean’s window, and he slowly rolled it down.

“Problem here?” the cop asked.

Sean sucked back some snot and ran his hand through his long dirty hair. “Just trying to impart a bit of hard-won wisdom to the lads,” he said in a voice borrowed from a British sitcom.

The cop ducked his head lower and half leaned into the window to look at us. “Oh, Jesus. Those two.” He looked back at Sean. “Good luck,” he said.

“Thank you, officer,” Sean said, still using his mock accent. The cops sauntered off, shaking their heads.

Sean ran both hands once around the steering wheel and leaned back, half turning toward us. “You already have a rep now as the two dumbest thieves in the history of the city. And here I am, seen sitting in a car with you. I don’t know why I’m doing this.”

I suppose I should have kept my mouth shut, but there was a big question in my head. I blurted it out.

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