At dusk, I went back to the police station. I filed the forms needed and went to the holding cell with one of the police officers. It was the one with the blue overall and the rifle. He looked bored.
Zoe was lying down. Cigarette smell was coming out of the place. The officer unlocked the cell-door and she stood up.
"You are starting to resemble my little brother."
"What, is he the one paying bail for you instead of the other way around?"
Zoe grabbed her coat and snorted loudly. "Of course. Do I look like a geek?"
The middle aged police officer was waiting for me at the exit.
"Let's not see you around."
"I hope the best for your nephew," I told him, and I meant it.
"You are too damn polite," Zoe said as soon as we left some distance.
"I find it best not to antagonise people of authority." I went to the driver's side. She grunted. I went to the passenger's seat.
She turned on the ignition and stayed in place, looking around.
"How do we get to that hotel?"
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