“your going to have quite a bit of trouble getting out of this one.” the police officer who’s name i couldn’t remember stated as he flipped through my files.

“ok i know i’ve been here more times than i can count but this isn’t me.”

“deviants are always unpredictable.”

“maybe who just haven’t meet a law breaker with style.”

“are you trying to get fresh with me?”

“oh, i wouldn’t dream of it.” i fell back into my chair after leaning forward, trying to show to this imbecile that he’s being just that.

“look, i wasn’t there at the time. i was at work. you can go check the cameras there if you want but i’m innocent.”

“what about your friend?”

“you’re not getting that answer out of me. i’m not snitch.”

“of course you’re not.” he slammed the case file down on the metal table, a soft thud created by the sheer weight of it.

“i don’t know what else to say.” i wanted to use his name to try and win some sympathy but i didn’t know it. all of these bastards look the same. no one is going to believe me, no matter what i say. because that’s how this works. the show doesn’t surprise me anymore, despite how many times i’ve watched it. how boring.

“i wasn’t involved in this. i don’t do this kind of work.”

“but he’s your friend, i’ve seen you two together.”

“that means shit. he has plenty of other friends beside me to commit crime with. just leave me out of this.”

“why won’t you just confess? why do you have to cover for him?”

and i couldn’t answer him.