I wasn't sitting there long. They had stuck me in a cell with a metal bench along each of the three walls. I was the only one in there which I thought was strange. Especially considering how much traffic was going up and down the corridor outside my cell door. I sat there, stared at walls, and wished I had my Bible to read. Then I tried praying but I couldn't focus. At least the stupid cuffs were gone. I wondered if Sharon missed me. I wondered if I would get GUN back. I wondered if any of my stuff would still be at the house where I left it when I got out. I was going to miss SWORD. I wondered if they were going to feed me. I made a point of not wondering what it was going to be like when I had to take my first shower.
Lost in wonderment I was startled when the cell door opened and a skinny Hispanic Sheriff said "Okay super star! Time to go." I just stared at him. He said it again "Get up! Your fan club is here." I got up and went out the door with the Sheriff following along behind me. "Okay. Make a right up here." Down the linoleum paved hallway I went. I ended up in a room with another Sheriff behind yet another room divider. The one that had let me out told the desk Sheriff "Here's the Safeway Killer" and left. The desk officer looked up at me, studied me, then said "Sign the paperwork. I'll get your stuff." He unlocked the door to the room behind him and went down an aisle. The wall the door was set in, as was the door itself, was made of steel grating. I sniffed the air. It smelled like a Goodwill store, fast food, and old farts. A smell I decided I didn't want to breath again if I had any choice.
I watched as he pulled a plastic bin off a shelf, check something on it against the sheet of paper he held, and then pull it down and carry it over to where I stood. I looked in and saw my stuff. GUN, my belt, my wallet and 42 cents. As I signed the paperwork he said "We left the gun loaded except for the caps. We took them off." I looked closer. Yep. The caps were in there too. I picked one up to put it back on, he grabbed my hand hard, and said "Don't even think about it until you're in the parking lot." So I put them in my pocket instead. "That better?" I asked.
I began threading my belt back through the loops all the while conscious that his eyes were on me. Then I buckled on the holster and put GUN back in his nest. I looked up at him. He was still staring at me. He saw that I was done and said "Head out the door then make a right. Your legal team is waiting for you." I had no idea what he was talking about so I said "Thanks" and turned to leave. I made it almost to the door when he said "You really try to shut down them self checkout things at Safeway?"
"Yes I did."
I waited. I knew he had more. He did.
"I heard what you said about them. You're right."
I smiled at him and said "I know."