Chapter Thirty Three
Charlie's P.O.V.
"Pardon me?" I said, while going into my bedroom.
"Brodie Upton," Constable Watson repeated herself.
"As in the River Boy?" I double checked.
"That's the one," replied Watson.
"How surprising..." I said, trying to sound like a typical cop who always stereotyped the River Boys.
"Can you please come into the station as soon as you can?" she asked.
"Yup, just let me wrap up a few things at home and then I'll be there as soon as I can," I answered.
"See you soon," she said.
I hung up the phone immediately, threw it onto the bedside table and slapped my hands against my face.
"Brodie... How could he be so stupid!" Brax shouted as soon as I returned to the living room. Fortunately we were both on the same page here. Brax and I had clearly told the boys to leave all the crops behind and to go home empty handed. Obviously, they hadn't listened.
"I've got to get down to the station," I told Brax.
"Is Brodie down there now?" he asked me.
"I'm not too sure," I replied. "I assume he is as Watson told me to meet her there."
"I've got to come too," he said. "Nobody else will be able to bail him out."
"Brax, you can't. Firstly, everyone will then know about us if you come with me," I warned. "Secondly, all the officers at the station would wonder how you would know. Remember that those who are under arrest have to make phone calls under the supervision of a few cops," I reminded him.
Brax looked worried and couldn't think of something to do. "I'll handle it," I said.
"What if Brodie wasn't the only idiotic one?" he asked me unsurely. "What if some of the other boys took some too? If they can narrow all the boys down, you and I both know that everything will come back to me," he said.
I had never seen Brax so worried before. By what he was saying, I knew that this time he really was serious about changing his ways. Usually in the past, he would've been all for it. I walked towards Brax and reached for his hands. I held onto them both tightly. "I won't let any of this link back to you. I promise baby," I said quietly. He looked straight at me and smiled. "Thank you," he whispered and kissed me gently.
I drove to the police station as quickly as I could. As I pulled up towards the entrance, I noticed that Watson's patrol car was parked safely. This meant that Brodie was probably in there already. I pulled up the hand brake of the car, turned the engine off and got out.
As soon as I got into the station, to my left, I saw Brodie sitting in one of the seats with handcuffs. Fortunately, he was the only one there. Either the other River Boys had actually listened to us and had returned home empty handed, or they didn't get caught. I shot Brodie a subtle glare when I walked past him. He and I both knew what was really going on. It all depended on whether either of us would tell the truth or not. Obviously if you're charged, you are to be honest, but in this case, there would be a slight possibility where it wouldn't work for me. Using my common sense, I knew to not tell the truth. If I did, I could be charged for a numerous amount of things. It was all down to Brodie.
Brodie's P.O.V.
I flinched a little as soon as I saw Charlie step foot into the station. Even if I knew she was a Sergeant here, I was hoping she wouldn't be working today. I knew that she knew what had really gone on. I didn't feel like telling my half of the story, and I'm pretty sure she didn't either. My only way to not tell the story was if someone bailed me out. That someone could only be Brax. Although there were a whole heap of River Boys, none of them were as convincing as Brax. Even after he and Charlie had told us to put all the marijuana back to where we found it, I knew he would bail me out. He would bail any of us boys out.
"Mr Upton," a voice said. I looked up and there stood Charlie gripping a file tightly in front of me.
"Yes Buckton?" I replied. Although Charlie and I were now on good terms because of Brax, I couldn't act friendly to her in front of the coppers or else they would suspect something before we knew it.
"Can you please follow me into the interview room?" she asked.
"Can't I get someone to bail me out?" I questioned.
"Well, only if they get here in the next fifteen minutes," she told me.
I didn't know how long Brax would take, but it was worth a shot. "Yeah, okay," I said.
From her face expression, I could tell that she knew I was going to call Brax.
"Oh and just so you know, this is going on the record either way," she said.
Fortunately for me, Charlie was now the only officer in the building. We couldn't say anything as there were probably security cameras all over the place. She watched me as I dialled Brax's number. He would be far from happy, mainly because I didn't listen to him, and now I'm asking him to bail me out. I knew what he was capable of if us boys didn't listen to him but it was a whole lot better than sitting behind bars.
"Brax, it's me, Brodie," I said immediately after hearing him pick up.
"Mate, where are you?" he asked.
"At the station..." I said slowly, although I assumed he already knew.
"And? What did they say?"
"If you come here in the next fifteen minutes to bail me out, no questions will be asked. This will just be on the record," I told him.
"Who was suppose to be interviewing you?"
"Buckton. Just hurry up and come okay?"
I could tell he was awfully annoyed, but thankfully he agreed anyway.