•The O'Connor Siblings• Book 1 [Process of Editing&Rewriting]

Chapter 8: Getting "Arrested"✔️

Brian's POV
The next morning, I made my way towards Toretto's garage. I was a few blocks away when Siren's started blaring behind me. I checked my rear view mirror and recognized the two in the car, so I pulled over.

I pulled over and got out as I was told. The officer's placed my in hand cuffs and stuck me in the back of their car.

I hissed as soon as the car stopped and I was able to get out. "Damn! Muse, can you get these things off. I mean, shit, you put them on so tight."

"What can I say? I like realism." Muse stated jokingly as he uncuffed me. I rolled my eyes and deadpanned, "You like realism."

"You never know who's watching Brian." Tanner states. We walked through the gate and onto a little bridge walkway leading to a glass house. "Nice crib, sergeant. It's a lot nicer than that last place you confiscated."

"Ain't it? You know Eddie Fisher built this house for Elizabeth Taylor in the 50s." Tanner informed me. I chuckle and looked to Muse, "See. Even the cops are Hollywood in Hollywood."

We enter the house to see other officers working on cases and typing away on their computers. I noticed that they dedicated an entire wall of surveillance to Dom and his team.

"Okay, here he is. Fresh from Toretto's hot rod heaven." Tanner says jokingly.

"That was an 80,000 dollar vehicle, officer." Agent Bilkins mentions rather bluntly. I snap my head towards Tanner. "Wait a minute. You tell him what happened?"

"He knows what happend." Tanner replies. I smile cockily in Agent Bilkins direction. "Hey, you know what? Why don't you send the bill to Jonny Tran?"

Tanner says my name as a warning, but Bilkins interrupted. "The kid's givin' me attitude? That doesn't speak very well for police-F.B.I. relations, Tanner."

I roll my eyes and turn to Tanner and complain. "I mean, what is this? I walk in the door, and the guy's already givin' me-"

"Alright, alright. We'll talk, okay? Let's talk about it. Muse, why don't you make us four cappuccinos, please." Tanner says as he shoves me into the next room with Bilkins.

"Regular or decaf, Sarge?"

"Uh, decaf, I think."

After Muse came back with our drinks, we went over our progress in the Hijacking and Toretto case.

"Four hijackings in two months, and we don't have anything. DVD players and digital cameras alone are worth a million-two, which brings the grand total to six million plus." Bilkins explains.

I turn my head to Tanner as he says, "We're in the political crosshairs now, Brian. That's why you're undercover."

"You want that detective badge fast, kid. And you wanna know something? The F.B.I. can help, if you come through for us." Bilkins states as he walks around my and pats my shoulder. I ask, "What does the truck driver say?"

Tanner looks at me and says, "He gave us the same M.O. Three Honda Civics, precision driving, the same green neon glow from under the chassis. Lab says the skid marks came back the same: Mashamoto Z.X. tires. So, we know that it's somebody in the street racing world."

"We don't make this case soon, the truckers will take matters into their own hands. I'll tell 'em we're close. You gonna make me a liar?" Bilkins asks me as he sits on the desk. I stood up and started listing evidence.

"Look, what do we know? We all know this world revolves around Toretto, right? Now, I'm not sayin' that he's necessarily the one that's poppin' these trucks, but I can guarantee the both of you that he knows who is. It's just a matter of time until I win-"