[Cassel was trained to have what was almost a sixth sense for cops. There was something about the way they drove or something, the clanking from that obnoxious sense of justice that they must have stapled under the carriage of the car, something.]
[Either way he woke up when a police car ground to a halt outside the motel room, opened his eyes and stared up at the water-stained ceiling from the floor. Then he cast his eyes sideways at Grantaire. God. Fuck that guy.]
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[Either way he woke up when a police car ground to a halt outside the motel room, opened his eyes and stared up at the water-stained ceiling from the floor. Then he cast his eyes sideways at Grantaire. God. Fuck that guy.]
What the hell did you do?