Published: March 16, 2017
My case was a unique one. They’d been looking for me for more than five months. I ran for as long as I could, but I knew my expiration date was coming up, and saw no use in running any longer.
I was caught by a rookie but his superior wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass him by. My exploits were notorious.
“So, we finally caught you,” he gloated. I smelled him down the hall and knew what was coming. I was ready. “Are you ready to confess now?”
“Confess to what?” I asked him. I could play this cat and mouse game all night if he wanted.
“You’re sweating like a pig!” He tossed a thick folder down in front of me and, as if mounting a horse, sat down, his arms folded. “You reek of guilt. It’s only a matter of time before you confess.”
“If only you had time,” I said, giving him a sly grin. He knew something wasn’t right. He flipped through my folder then stopped, his eyes bulged. He saw it. I let out a loud menacing laugh. “Sucks, doesn’t it?”
“Not really. I’ve gotten confessions from lesser scum than you in less time.”
“Really? Less than,” I looked at my wrist watch, the color started to drain from my arm, “five minutes?”
He searched frantically through the file, cursing when he realized his mistake as he slumped down in his chair and watched the life drain from my body.