The pale cop let himself into the Traveler’s cell, closed the door behind him, and stood there, sweating. The Traveler lay on the thin mattress, one hand behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. The skin itched beneath the strapping.
“Do you know who I am?” the cop asked.
The Traveler could make no sense of the tag that dangled from the cop’s breast pocket. “No,” he said. “Should I?”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
The Traveler sniffed. “Fair play, then.”
The cop stepped closer. “You’ve been a good boy so far,” he said. “You’ve kept your mouth shut.”
The Traveler went to sit up. “I’m not—”
“Be quiet and listen.”
The Traveler eased himself back down.
“We have a mutual friend,” the cop said. “He is very displeased. He considered arranging for you to have an accident in this cell. Maybe you couldn’t cope with the fear, the guilt and finally being caught. You’re not on suicide watch, so it could happen quite easily. Nobody would be watching you. Nobody would expect it.”
The Traveler picked at loose threads of elasticized bandage. “Tell our mutual friend to make his threats in person, if he’s got the balls.”
The cop moved closer still and leaned forward. “Don’t play the big man with me, you piece of shit, or you’ll be swinging by your neck before midnight.”
The Traveler sat up. The cop stood back and paled a shade closer to white. He pulled a small canister from his trouser pocket and shook it.
“You stay there or I’ll spray you.”
The Traveler smiled. “You’ll have to explain why you had that. You shouldn’t carry CS spray unless you’re on the beat.”
“I’m in a cell with a suspect known to be violent. It’s a sensible precaution.”
The Traveler stood. “You’ve only got one eye to aim at, so you better aim good.”
“Sit down,” the cop said, the canister held in front of him.
The Traveler grinned. “Fuck you, you black—”
The spray hit like hot needles in his one good eye. He sucked in air to scream, but the burning swamped his throat and nostrils. The scream came out as a strangled hiss. A hand on his chest pushed him back. He sat down hard. Even though he knew better, his sleeve went to his eye.
“Don’t rub it,” the cop said. “You’ll only make it worse. Let your eye water to flush it out.”
“Bastard fucking shit-eating cunt of a whore.” He would have cursed more, cursed the cop to hell and back, but his throat closed against the burning. He coughed and spat as every part of his head and chest that could excrete a fluid kicked into action.
“Shut up and listen,” the cop said.
The Traveler hissed through his teeth. He stamped his feet on the floor.
“You listening? I’ll get you a wet cloth just as soon as you’ve listened to me. Are you listening?”
The Traveler stilled himself. He nodded, his eyes screwed shut.
“Good,” the cop said. The Traveler could barely make out his shape in the fiery blur as he hunkered down. “Now, our mutual friend is a very generous man. That’s why you’re not going to have any accidents in your cell tonight, just so long as you do as I say. There’s a way to make things right. A way to get your little project back on track, and help me out of a fix at the same time. Now, have I got your attention?”
The Traveler exhaled through his nose, felt the snot bubble and dribble across his lips. “Talk,” he said.