Rey climbed into the driver's seat, adjusting his mirror to glare at her. "Think you're clever, causing trouble at school? We'll see how smart you feel after a night in holding." I know my rights," Maya replied calmly.
"And I know every second of this illegal arrest is being documented." Ray's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as he pulled away from the curb. Students pressed against the school windows, watching the squad car leave. Maya caught a final glimpse of Evan waving mockingly before they turned onto the main road. The drive to the station was tense and silent. Maya focused on memorizing every detail, the time, the route, every word spoken.
Her shoulders achd from the awkward position, but she sat perfectly still, giving Ry no excuse to claim she was uncooperative. They pulled into the station parking lot where Rey yanked her out of the car with the same unnecessary roughness. He marched her through a side entrance past several officers who barely glanced up from their desks. "Sit," he ordered, shoving her into a hard plastic chair next to his desk. "Don't move." Maya watched as Rey dropped heavily into his chair and pulled out an arrest form.
His pen scratched across the paper as he filled in the basic details with angry strokes. Name, age, school. Then he reached the line for parent guardian information. His pen hesitated. Maya saw his eyes narrow as he read her last name again, more carefully this time.
Ray's pen hovered over the form, his confidence wavering as he read the name Kingsley again. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Something about that name. Officer Blake Turner appeared suddenly at his desk, faced tight with concern. He leaned down and whispered urgently, "Sir, Judge Kingsley is on her way.