"I think we should lock her up," one of the other fake cops suggested.
"Good idea. We may not really be cops, but this woman is a criminal and it's the right thing to do," the dark-skinned woman said.
The fake captain then knocked the gun out of Lisa's hands. She was pretty shaken up at the sight of that police report. From where she was standing, it looked genuine. But how could that be? "But ... but I'm not a criminal."
"According to this report you are," the dark-skinned woman said, holding it up and looking at it. "Prostitution, burglary, aggravated assault. It looks like you've been racking up quite a few felonies here."
Lisa stared at her. What was she talking about? She never did any of those things. She was a cop, for Pete's sake.
"I think the cells are back there," another fake cop said, pointing.
The fake captain pulled Lisa away with him. "Come on, bitch."
For the first time ever, Lisa felt helpless. She just didn't understand what was happening. It's like she had fallen into the Twilight Zone.
When they entered the cell room, she recognized one of the people in the cells right away. It was Alec Bartlett, one of the other Detectives in the department. He stood up from the bench and looked at her. "Holmes? Is that you?"
"Oh, you know each other," the fake captain said. "You'll be good company then." He opened Bartlett's cell door and ...
