He didn’t have to tell him twice. Cam heard the sirens in the distance and that was what he was trying to avoid. He hopped in his truck and pulled out of the parking lot, but he was too late. Police cars were coming from every direction and two of them had him boxed in.
“Fuck!” Cam barked as he banged his fist on his steering wheel.
He didn’t think to leave the drugs that he had on him behind with his boys. He was sure that he was about to be searched and arrested, but that was nothing new. Cam had been in and out of jail since he was a teenager, but he never did any real time. He was sure that his mother would make one phone call and he would be out in less than twenty-four hours. No matter how many times he told her not to, she just couldn’t take her one and only child being locked away like an animal.
“Step out of the car!” one of the officers yelled over the loud speaker.
Cam did as he was told, but he wasn’t in the mood to go through all the motions. He knew the routine all too well and he was ready to get it over with.
“Just cuff me and bring me to central lock up. I don’t have shit to say, so don’t ask me no questions. Talk to my lawyer,” Cam said as soon as they walked up in him.
The officers did as he requested and put him in the back of the car. Cam had stuffed his stash between the seats, but he was sure that it wouldn’t be hard for them to find. He reclined his head on the back seat of the patrol car, closed his eyes, and waited to be taken to his home away from home. He would have to give his boy Lo a call when he got there, to let him know what was up.