Kieron snorted unimpressed. Sure the guy hadn't accused him of that. But for Kieron the whole "bite" part had kind of insinuated it which he wasn't appreciating. Growing up in the place he had had jaded him for good reason.

"No, the pigs took what I was carrying," he said once again trying to make himself look tougher than he was. In actuality he hadn't carried anything, except for a package of cigs and his lighter. Which of course the police had taken, putting him in this orange jumpsuit. "Like I said, I ain't worried," he continued and leaned back against the wall.