Ben hears the dry click.
His heart slamming.
The cop’s laugh.
He feels something being pressed into his hand, then taken away, then the cop pulls his arms behind him and cuffs him.
“Look what I found,” the cop says.
He shows Ben a brick of dope.
“That’s not mine,” Ben says.
“Yeah, I’ve never heard that before,” the cop says. “I found it in the trunk of your car.”
“Bullshit. You planted it.”
The cop hauls him to his feet, pushes him into the backseat of the unmarked car.
And reads him his rights.