“What do you want?” he hisses, and his breath catches.
“You’re gonna get in my truck, sit quietly like a nice little boy, and let me take you to jail without a fight. If you try anything, I won’t think twice about tasing your a*s. Got it?”
Hank grunts, jerking in my grip. “Yeah, got it,” he mumbles.
I lean in. “What was that? Couldn’t hear you.”
He clears his throat, shooting murderous daggers at me. “I said, got it.”
I pat his shoulder with a wide smile. “Good boy, Hank.” I pull him by his shirt, open the door, then help him get in and buckle up. “Gonna zip-tie your ankles so you don’t try to kick my window or me. Put them together.”
He does as I say, and once the plastic band is tightened, I boop his nose. “Road trip!”
It’s a three-hour drive to the jail, and once he’s booked, I h
