Stan Marley, epi. 1, part 2

Announcer: And now back to Stan Marley in…

"The Sinister Cinderella"!
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Stan: It wasn't easy, but after some thought, I finally figured out an idea that was sure to get his attention. It was in the form of a lost dog ad. Easy, innocent…anybody could be looking for their dog. It was simple. I would put out an ad for a lost dog with a reward of some ungodly amount of money ----- say, two-thousand dollars ----- to lure him in. He would certainly wanna steal from someone so loaded they could blow two-thousand dollars on a dog. Of course, that also meant a lot of calls from the peanut gallery. The catch is, there was no dog, so I could know who was lying, or at least just confused. A simple "I'm sorry, I found the dog." would take care of them. Meanwhile, I would list my address for the return of the dog, giving him the exact location to hit up. And there I'd be, waiting for him…
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Stan: And so the night came that I had put out the dog ad. It could be any amount of time before it caught his attention, if it even caught his attention at all. I could be waiting up like this for days…but I had to do it. And so I did. I sat there in a chair with my lights off waiting at my main window. Besides me I had a lamp. An old lamp. One I could use to knock the block off of anyone who came through the window. I just couldn't wait for him to try and break in.

Of course, staying up waiting for a criminal in the dark wasn't the best way to stay awake, and before too long, I fell asleep.

(Silence for a second to indicate time passing)

*Window opening sounds*
*Footsteps*

I suddenly awoke. Someone was here alright. I could see them through the light of the window. Quickly, I grabbed my lamp and went for the figure.

*Sounds of a struggle*

Slick: Hey, what's goin' on?!

*Sound of glass shattering*
*Body hitting the floor sounds*

Stan: I turned on the light and sure enough, Slick was laying in my floor spread-eagled. His hat was pulled down so low it somehow managed to stay on his head. I guess I could have taken it off right there and seen him for who he really was, but as much as I wanted to know his identity, I needed him to trust me right now. Instead, I just picked him up with my best ability and moved him over on my couch. Meanwhile, I pulled up my chair next to it and waited with my gun ready.   

He wasn't out for too long. I guess maybe twenty minutes. He began to stir on my couch, and I readied my gun to keep him from running off. He finally began fully aware to the sound of my gun clicking.

Slick: H-hey, what's this? Where I am I? What happened?

Stan: Alright, Slick, I'm gonna need you to stay where you are and answer a few questions for me.

Slick: Oh, yeah? And what if I don't?

Stan: Then you'll have to answer to this.

Slick: You wouldn't do it!

Stan: Do you really wanna chance it?

Slick:…Fine! What kind of questions do you want answered?

Stan: For one, did you rob the South Bellville bank?

Slick: You mean that latest heist everyone's talking about? No way!

Stan: How can I be sure?

Slick: Did you find any evidence it was me?

Stan: I didn't find any evidence at all. That's why I thought it might be you.

Slick: Well, it wasn't. Are you satisfied now?

Stan: No, I'm not. It's not like to just confess. I'm sure you're lying. How can I be sure?

Slick: What do you want me to do? Lie and say I done it?!

Stan: Well, you are being awful defensive.

Slick: Look…the best thing I can do is lead you to whoever might have done it.

Stan: So you know who done it?

Slick: No. I'm just saying we crooks…we kinda know each other. I could possibly lead you to whoever might have done it. Not saying they did it for sure, but maybe you could question them instead holding me at gunpoint here!

Stan: And how will you go about doing this?

Slick: Well…I guess you'd have to met me somewhere.

Stan: Really? And how could I possibly trust you?

Slick: I don't guess you can…but I'll give you my word! On my mother's future grave even!

Stan: Well, Slick, I guess that's the best I can do. I can't hold you here at gunpoint all night, and I don't have enough evidence to arrest you. But you'd better show up!

And so we made arrangements to meet at Greenbank Park the next day. While I knew I couldn't trust Slick, a part of me knew to go with the plan anyway. Besides, it wasn't like I could have done anything else except go back to my clueless crime scene. If Slick could bring me to the right person, then I could at least start applying clues to them and leave him out of it. And so I planned to go out to the park the next day and wait…
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