Two stern faced male guards led Julie through the police station's warren like corridors. They had to hold her arms for balance because the exhausted, female cum covered American was still not fully recovered from her ordeal at the hands of the three Mexican criminals she had shared a cell with. She was dazed and had a glazed expression as she was led to a small stone room to be interviewed and only somewhere did it start occurring to her that she'd better get herself together because this would be important. But in truth she was tired, exhausted and groggy from her experiences and her pushy, boorish normal attitude had been all but replaced by a poor little girl attitude and that would not cut any ice in this type of place with these type of people.
There were three people all crowded into the short room when the guards deposited the prisoner into it. Hector Ramirez, a hardened grizzled veteran of a policeman with a noted dislike of Yankees. Rosario Martinez, Hector's female equivalent. And Michael Pena, who was nominally Julie's lawyer as she had 'apparently' not used the right to call one. The three sets of eyes on Julie as she entered could in no way be described as friendly.
Rosario hauled out the plastic chair across from them and pushed Julie towards it roughly.
"Sit there bitch!" she growled menacingly.
Julie shivered as she sat and looked to the men to see if either was sympathetic to her plight. She got nothing in return. Ramirez took over the interview without further comment.
"You know that the Mexican authorities do not like foreigners who traffic in drugs lady. Do not shake your head and claim your innocence you were caught with the drugs red-handed, we have witnesses and proof there is no doubt."
"But I didn't, I ..."
She broke off as the Ramirez thumped the desk with the palm of his hand.
"Enough Yankee! Enough lies! Are you so stupid that you think we cannot get a conviction with this evidence? You are guilty, it is clear, all that must be decided is how long a sentence you will get. That is all, everything else is clear! We are not here to decide your guilt we are here to offer you a deal. A deal that may yet save you from a jail term, who knows."
At this Julie perked up, she was sure that she would be facing a time inside a stinking Mexican prison for this, convinced that the people who had framed her would make sure she ended up inside. The naked beauty turned to her court appointed advisor and looked enquiringly at him. In a deep voice he said to her.
"it is true, they do not have the space in their jails for people like you. Tourists who get into trouble. They just want to get you out of the country as quickly as possible. The evidence against you is overwhelming, I would advise you listen to whatever deal he offers you."
Julie was happy for someone, despite not sounding enthusiastic, to be on her side and just nodded and listened.
"Good. It is easy. This will save us many hours of man time. We fast track your case to the local court tomorrow. You plead guilty to the charges against you and in return you will not go to jail. You will be ejected from our country and not allowed to return. You will have all your money taken from you in the form of a fine. And other than that you will be free to go. How does that sound?"
It sounded like exactly what the frantic blonde wanted to hear. A way out of this waking nightmare, some light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel. She nodded eagerly at the swarthy detective as he continued.
"There is, however, one thing you must do to gain this deal. One thing that if you fail to do will almost certainly see you not only charged but imprisoned for your crime."
Julie did not like the sound of that but was alert enough to know that she really did not have much choice in this situation.
"What is it?" she asked tentatively.
Ramirez smiled, his female colleague smiled even wider, ever her sullen council broke into a smile as the Detective explained.