Fresco came to as the door beside him was pulled open and he was manhandled from the back of a police car, his hands cuffed uncomfortably behind him. Struggling to remember what happened, Fresco started to fight the two officers. One shoved him up against the side of the car. The older man, with sharp green eyes and an angry expression, leaned in and hissed in Fresco's ear.
"You fight me, boyo, I'll break your arm."
He felt the man's grip tighten and believed him. Meanwhile, his partner, a young pretty boy with big shoulders, grinned at him, perfect white teeth sparkling.
Fresco sagged in the cop's grip, showing his total obedience. Returned to himself at last, remembering the attack and being thrown in the back seat.
"I'll behave," Fresco whispered.
"You'd better," the cop said, hand
