Looking at my clipboard

Connecting the pegs with red strings.

Scratching the side of my head

“Who could this fella be?”

I’m looking at my list of suspects and checking it twice

They all sure don’t seem nice.

“What’s that stench?”

Blood on my jacket? It can’t possibly be fresh

It was dripping from my jacket and falling onto my leather shoe too.

Just then my assistant walked into the room. saw the blood , saw my gun with an empty bullet beside it. A look of horror crept upon his face as he began to run away and say, “ No , It can’t be true! How could it be you?”

“It can’t be me, that’s not a possibility.”

“It now is a possibility, This ain’t the reality you grew up in no longer. “

I turned around to see the sheriff

holding a pair of handcuffs

“I’ll need to take you in for interrogation.”

“Yes sir.” I said reluctantly while I began to feel a frustration building up inside of me.