They were wearing ridiculous caps and reminded me of two snotty pigs I had seen in some cartoon series. They said something I don't remember. I was about to ask if they were going to read me my rights or something, but my voice was a tiny squeak. One of them led me toward the car and stood there as if just to make sure I knew how to climb into it. Then we started driving home.
Police cars are really lousy.
They look normal from the outside but the inside is really small and cheap. It squeaks with every turn, and the backseat is pulled tight so that you bounce every time the car turns even slightly. I didn't say anything. I don't think they wanted to know what I thought. During the ride home I didn't feel the warmth of the car.