The inside of Alvin's cruiser smelled like walking inside of Victoria Secret. Alvin must've had at least 6 different air fresheners hanging from the rear view mirror. The Gadget Man sat in the back seat with achy shoulders because his hands were cuffed behind his back. He was surprised at how immaculate the inside of the car was knowing that he had often heard stories of drunks puking in the backs of police cars.
Vincent was feeling vindictive, who did his little brother think he was handing him over to the authorities? There would be repercussions. Nobody sandbagged the Gadget Man and got away with it.
Alvin sat in the comfy driver's seat and yawned while mulling over the situation. He decided to break the eerie silence between them.
"You didn't plant a bomb in my cruiser did you?" He said caustically. Cops always had a way of getting fresh when their quarry was finally subdued and they had the upper hand.
"I wouldn't tell you if I did!" Vinny shot back.
Alvin no longer thought of what ill-treatment would come his big brother's way, but started spending the reward money in his greedy mind.
A good 5 minutes passed of complete silence before the Gadget Man engaged in a conversation. His shoulders were really starting to hurt. Especially the right one which had been shot. Getting cuffed behind the back while sitting in the back of a police car caused excruciating pain.
"So who tipped you off? Or should I say who was the rat?" "I can't tell you that, that's confidential information."
"I'll bet it was Bridget wasn't it?"
Alvin didn't respond and kept focused on his driving.
Vinny droned on. "All you pigs are alike. You don't have the guts to do the things that we do because you're too soft. You're enthralled by our criminal behavior and write books about it and even movies. I've even heard stories about cops getting autographs from the 90 second bank robbers. Remember them? All you authority figures are just a bunch of pantywaists!"
Alvin slammed on the brakes as if a child had just run out in front of him. His blood was boiling and he was pissed. The Gadget Man quickly shut up. Alvin pulled off to the side of the road and pulled up on the transmission stick putting the cruiser in park. He grabbed something off of the passenger seat and quickly exited the car. When the Gadget Man looked to his left he saw Alvin holding a weapon of some kind and before he knew it his door swung wide open.
Vinny cowered to defend himself but it was too late. Alvin tasered him with the taser gun sending enormous volts jolting through his body causing him to curl up into a ball like a crushed spider. Vinny couldn't even muster the strength to scream. Officer Young wasted no time. While the Gadget Man was down, Alvin ransacked the back of the patrol car until he found what he was looking for. Sure enough, wedged in between the seat, Alvin found a tiny handcuff key. Vinny had already picked one of his cuffs. The Gadget Man had been properly frisked before he ever entered the car but Alvin had overlooked one subtle thing.
Alvin quickly unfastened Vinny's black leather belt and removed it from his waist. His sleuthing skills paid off and he found the piece of tape on the inside of the belt where Vinny concealed the handcuff key.
Alvin pocketed the handcuff key then tossed the belt to the front of the cab. Before Vinny regained consciousness, Alvin handcuffed him once again hands behind his back. Then he went back to the front of the car and rummaged through the glove box until he found a small metal black box. Criminals hated these little black boxes because they were uncomfortable to wear and prevented them from tampering with their handcuffs.
When the Gadget Man finally woke up he immediately felt the extra weight of the black box clasped to the handcuffs choking his wrists. Alvin was driving the car like nothing happened.
"How did you know what I was up to?" Vinny finally asked.
"I know how much you like silence and you were talking too much about nonsense. I had a hunch you were trying to distract me from something...and...what can I say? I was right." He said in a cocky voice. He loved his job, he really did.
As Vinny tried his best to convalesce, he comforted himself by thinking of all the evil things he would do to his younger brother as soon as he got the chance.
As the police car made its way to the police station or wherever it was they were going, Vincent lived up to his reputation and enjoyed his silence.