Edwin Coddler was mad!

He was a partner for Christ sakes. Why should he be the one having to deal with this foolishness? He belonged back his office, safe within the confines of the prestigious law firm. Certainly not here, wondering the halls of a police station. Just look at all these people. Criminals! And heaven only knows what they were all here for, or what they were capable of doing.

He had looked at a few of them, guessing at why they might have been arrested. He wasn't having much luck. The only criminals he had ever known were people who had cheated on their income taxes, or who had gotten too many traffic tickets. The people he was looking at here didn't seem to fit into the same mold at all.

These people all looked desperate and scary. Not the sort of people he had gone into law to help. As he looked around shaking his head, Edwin doubted there was a single person here who had the six digit annual income needed to afford his services.

Now, more than ever, he simply wanted to get this over with. He was upset Johnson called. Suggesting firmly that Edwin handle this personally. Even though he was in the middle of a police station, Edwin wasn't feeling safe. Could you get held up in jail?

At the front desk he had been given a map to guide him to the interrogation room his clients were in, but the more he looked at it, the less sure Edwin was that he was going in the right direction. More and more he felt as if he had been tricked. It was as if they were trying to get him lost on purpose. Were they trying to scare him to the point that they could get him to bribe them into letting him out? Edwin wasn't sure if police men would do such a thing, but he was feeling positive he was lost.

Suddenly he felt better. He had turned a corner and now saw a long line of blue uniformed men. If nothing else he felt safe. That no demented traffic offender would leap out and attack him while so many officers were standing around.