McKayla stumbles slightly as the Officer pushes her through the sliding glass doors at the entrance of the precinct. The front of the building is unoccupied aside from another female officer who is sitting at the reception desk. The sound of quiet police chatter can be overheard on the dispatch radio as McKayla and her arresting Officer move closer to the desk. The other officer is a middle aged woman with short brown hair and glasses. She’s extremely focused on her computer screen as she types away on the keyboard moments before McKayla and the Officer arrive at the desk. The receptionist pauses her typing for a moment and looks up to see what the arresting Officer has brought for her.
“You again?” The receptionist says to the Officer before glancing over toward McKayla.
“Gee willikers! This has got to be the fourth one you’ve brought in this week. She sure is a pretty one though. Much prettier than the last few that have come in. But who am I to judge? Actually, come to think of it, Edwards brought in a really pretty one just this morning. That reminds me, did I ever tell you the story about the girl that got brought in here back in ‘97? Well, I remember it was a cloudy Saturday morning…” The receptionist rattles off as if she hasn’t spoken with anyone all day. McKayla rolls her eyes and exhales a long, annoyed sigh. Both at the fact that she’s been arrested and now she has to listen to this woman ramble on. The arresting Officer continues to say nothing as she stands in front of the desk staring down at the receptionist with one hand on her hip and the other wrapped tightly around McKayla’s forearm.
“...So Johnson says to her, ‘Miss, what have you done with your shoes?’. You know how Johnson is, with his gruff voice. So she says…” The receptionist continues to ramble as she multitasks by typing away on her keyboard. McKayla looks over at the Officer as she taps her foot on the precinct floor ready and waiting to move on to the next step of the arrest process. McKayla turns slightly to look behind her toward the outside of the building, but the Officer quickly tugs her back to a forward facing position. McKayla scoffs quietly at the Officer and slumps her shoulders as she faces forward again and looks down at the receptionist who is still typing and rambling away.
“...and after all that, he couldn’t even find the keys. Can you believe it? Oh, we just laughed and laughed. Hahaha…” The receptionist finally concludes.
“Anywho, she’s all set. You can take her back to cell 6 with the one Edwards brought in.” The receptionist says as she hands the Officer an 8.5 x 11 piece of paper.
“Say, speaking of Edwards, did you hear what happened to him on Friday?...” The receptionist begins with another story. The Officer grabs the piece of paper and without saying anything, pushes McKayla toward the door down a small hallway and away from the reception desk.
“...He went over to ‘The Broad Ave Diner’, to get one of those sandwiches he likes. You know, the one with the egg and bacon. So as he’s crossing the street…” The receptionist continues to ramble off without even knowing that McKayla and the Officer are halfway through the hall, headed toward the holding cells in the back of the precinct.