can go to an
internet café and upload the video there and then send an anonymous email with
the video attached.
“I was there, yeah but it was pretty quiet for a Saturday
night, especially after the fights. I heard it got pretty heated up after we
left. What happened?”
“The fights?”
“The MMA cage fights at Arco Arena.”
“Of course, I heard about them. The last fight got
cancelled because some guy got beat to death I think.”
“That’s right.”
“So after the fight was stopped you went to the bar on
Ocean to relax and unwind a little?”
“Molly and I actually.”
Just then my phone rings and without thinking I fish it
out of my purse and look to see who’s calling - it’s Molly. I decide to ignore
it. I’m about to put it back in my purse when Marc asks to see it.
“Nice phone. Is that the new HTC from AT&T?”
“Yup.”
I stow it back in my purse.
“You know I’ve got this same phone I’ve been using since
I don’t know, a couple years ago and I dropped it last week and cracked the
screen. I heard the HTC is pretty cool, mind if I check yours out?”
Fuck! How can I refuse without seeming impolite or even
worse, like I’m trying to hide something? He knows I was in there last night
because I’m sure he ran my car through the police database. I’m also pretty
sure he thinks I was the one who shot the video. Why else the sudden interest
in my phone? I’m pretty sure he uses a department issued phone. My heart is
pounding in my chest and I have to fight to keep a smile on my face. He has to
know something is wrong. He’s a cop. He has to be good at reading people.
I set my phone on the table and slide it across to him.
If I’d have tried to hand it across the table to him I surely would have
dropped it from my shaking hands. He picks it up and pretends to admire the
aesthetics of it but I can tell he’s really not interested in how it looks. He
turns it on and makes several comments about the screen resolution, size, and
processing speed.
“This is amazing!” He says.
Then we get to the meat of the matter.
“This thing have a forward and rear facing camera?” He
asks.
I nod, not daring myself to speak. I’m sure my voice will
shake as badly as my innards right now.
“Smile.” He says and captures my most awkward smile ever.
“Beautiful resolution. I bet you lose a lot when you’re videoing, am I right?”
I somehow both shake my head and nod.
“Oh there’s the video camera right there. Looks like you
take a lot of videos don’t you.”
I nod.
“Hey this looks like-” He stops as his radio crackles to
life.
“3502 please respond to 3435 Acacia Drive for possible
5150. Female caller states that her ex-husband…”
And the rest of it just goes in one ear and out the
other. All I can think is that I just narrowly escaped being caught red-handed.
I seriously have to do something about that video.
“I am so sorry.” Marc apologizes as he gets up from the
table. 7:45 tonight?” He asks.
I nod again as he smiles and hurries out. I can’t believe
how close I just came to getting caught. I have to figure out how to connect
this to my computer and download the video to it. I tried to email the video
but the file was so big it refused to mail it. I’m sure my brother would have
learned how but I can’t just up and call him. Besides, I’m sure he’d delete it
to protect his new brothers.
If there’s one thing I don’t like about Marc it’s that
he’s a cop. Trouble is that is also why I respect him so damn much. I think if
he wasn’t a cop the attraction just wouldn’t be there so strong. It’s not that
I worry that he’ll get shot or something. It’s that I hate when he acts like a
cop with me. Like during coffee when he treats me like a suspect at the station
where he wants a piece of information but instead of just outright asking me if
I was there during the incident at the bar and did I take the video. Oh no, he
has to circle around the
internet café and upload the video there and then send an anonymous email with
the video attached.
“I was there, yeah but it was pretty quiet for a Saturday
night, especially after the fights. I heard it got pretty heated up after we
left. What happened?”
“The fights?”
“The MMA cage fights at Arco Arena.”
“Of course, I heard about them. The last fight got
cancelled because some guy got beat to death I think.”
“That’s right.”
“So after the fight was stopped you went to the bar on
Ocean to relax and unwind a little?”
“Molly and I actually.”
Just then my phone rings and without thinking I fish it
out of my purse and look to see who’s calling - it’s Molly. I decide to ignore
it. I’m about to put it back in my purse when Marc asks to see it.
“Nice phone. Is that the new HTC from AT&T?”
“Yup.”
I stow it back in my purse.
“You know I’ve got this same phone I’ve been using since
I don’t know, a couple years ago and I dropped it last week and cracked the
screen. I heard the HTC is pretty cool, mind if I check yours out?”
Fuck! How can I refuse without seeming impolite or even
worse, like I’m trying to hide something? He knows I was in there last night
because I’m sure he ran my car through the police database. I’m also pretty
sure he thinks I was the one who shot the video. Why else the sudden interest
in my phone? I’m pretty sure he uses a department issued phone. My heart is
pounding in my chest and I have to fight to keep a smile on my face. He has to
know something is wrong. He’s a cop. He has to be good at reading people.
I set my phone on the table and slide it across to him.
If I’d have tried to hand it across the table to him I surely would have
dropped it from my shaking hands. He picks it up and pretends to admire the
aesthetics of it but I can tell he’s really not interested in how it looks. He
turns it on and makes several comments about the screen resolution, size, and
processing speed.
“This is amazing!” He says.
Then we get to the meat of the matter.
“This thing have a forward and rear facing camera?” He
asks.
I nod, not daring myself to speak. I’m sure my voice will
shake as badly as my innards right now.
“Smile.” He says and captures my most awkward smile ever.
“Beautiful resolution. I bet you lose a lot when you’re videoing, am I right?”
I somehow both shake my head and nod.
“Oh there’s the video camera right there. Looks like you
take a lot of videos don’t you.”
I nod.
“Hey this looks like-” He stops as his radio crackles to
life.
“3502 please respond to 3435 Acacia Drive for possible
5150. Female caller states that her ex-husband…”
And the rest of it just goes in one ear and out the
other. All I can think is that I just narrowly escaped being caught red-handed.
I seriously have to do something about that video.
“I am so sorry.” Marc apologizes as he gets up from the
table. 7:45 tonight?” He asks.
I nod again as he smiles and hurries out. I can’t believe
how close I just came to getting caught. I have to figure out how to connect
this to my computer and download the video to it. I tried to email the video
but the file was so big it refused to mail it. I’m sure my brother would have
learned how but I can’t just up and call him. Besides, I’m sure he’d delete it
to protect his new brothers.
If there’s one thing I don’t like about Marc it’s that
he’s a cop. Trouble is that is also why I respect him so damn much. I think if
he wasn’t a cop the attraction just wouldn’t be there so strong. It’s not that
I worry that he’ll get shot or something. It’s that I hate when he acts like a
cop with me. Like during coffee when he treats me like a suspect at the station
where he wants a piece of information but instead of just outright asking me if
I was there during the incident at the bar and did I take the video. Oh no, he
has to circle around the