“That’s enough,” the other guy said in a tone that meant that it was the end of the conversation.
Aguilera finally let go of my arm and stomped off, muttering to himself.
“I’m so sorry, sir. He’s new.”
To my surprise, the new policeman unlocked our handcuffs.
I rubbed my wrists, which were red where the cuffs had chafed them.
“Not a problem,” Emilio said smoothly. “Thank you for taking control of the situation.”
“I apologize sincerely for the…oversight.”
They shared a glance.
“I wonder how a baggie of Omega cocaine made its way onto my jet?”
The new policeman’s eyebrows shot upwards.
“Omega cocaine?”
“Yes.”
The policeman rubbed his chin. “Do you have it?”
“Aguilera does.”
I looked at Emilio. There was something going on that I didn’t understand.
“Why is that significant?”
Both of them looked at me like I was really slow. I just shook my head. Stuff was going on that I didn’t understand at all.
“We should go. Is there any paperwork that you have to handle?”
The policeman shook his head. “Aguilera should know better than to stop you, Señor. I’m so sorry that he wasted your time. You’re free to go.”
My jaw dropped.
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.” The policeman motioned towards the door. “Please go.”
Before I could say anything else, Emilio’s hand was on my arm and he was dragging me out the door.
Finally, we were outside of the police station.
“What the hell just happened?” I hissed, looking over my shoulder to see if there was anybody there.
“We’re free,” he said calmly, as if we hadn’t just been arrested and handcuffed on his plane for cocaine possession.
“I don’t understand anything that’s happening.”
“Look, we’ll go to my home. All of your stuff is still in the plane. I don’t think that it’s a good idea to leave the country at the moment. Why don’t you stay with me for a while?”
“I’d rather stay at the hostel. I paid for the rest of the week.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose.