The ride to the police station was silent. Lennon sat in the back of the squad car. His hands were cuffed behind his back. The metal was cold against his wrists, he was terrified but he refused to show it.Damien was in the car behind him. He couldn't see him through the windows, he couldn't talk to him through the barrier. They were separated for the first time in weeks.The police station was loud and chaotic. The officers moved with purpose, the phones rang constantly. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead.Lennon was processed quickly. They took his fingerprints. They took his photograph, they took his belongings. He was led to a holding cell.The cell was small. The walls were gray and cold. The bench was hard and uncomfortable, he sat down and stared at the floor.The hours passed slowly. He couldn't keep track of time. The fluorescent lights never changed. The hum never stopped, the silence was oppressive.The door opened.Damien was led in. His leg was still in a cast, he wa
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