Saturday, October 24, 2009



The detectives made sure the suspects passed each other as they were being escorted to different rooms in the precinct.
“Don’t you tell them anything!” she screamed. “They can’t prove anything! They’re setting us up, can’t you see that?”
Her companion was pale and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but he never imagined it would end the way it had.
The high priced lawyer by his side offered little comfort. Maybe he should just get it over with and confess. What was the worst that could happen? His hands were moist, and he found no relief when he wiped them on the front of his trousers.
Chuck stood in front of the weaker suspect and watched sweat drip from his forehead. “You’re looking at the death penalty. However, I’m sure the D.A. may be willing to reduce it to life if you cooperate with us.”

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