Chapter 70: Suspicious allegiance

Marco

My request didn’t stop them from putting me in the cell for the night. My first night ever in a cell. One of the prison guard approach the barred gate.

“You have a guest.”

He cuffs my wrists and leads me back to the interrogation room.

It's most likely the lawyer I requested for.

Taking my seat, I expect the man to turn around to face his new client at least.

“You must be the laweyer,” I say, with raised eyebrows.

“Way more than that, Marco,”

He knows my name.

He turns around and immediately it dawns on me.

“what were you thinking? That you could just walk away and rat me out to cheap cops?”

“That was my only way out.”

He laughs, taking out a tobacco stick, puffing the smoke to my face.

“You really don’t know who I am up until now, do you?” he snaps his fingher and few cops walk in, including the fat man that interrogated me the previous night. I sit in awe watching as they saluted him.

Even the cops knows Big Tom.

“I want him transferred to the Russian police. He’s our