‘Come on, spill it, lady!’
The detective jabbed his finger at the perplexed woman.
‘Spill what?’
‘How you had Mr Carter iced.’
‘Iced?’
‘Slain. Cut down in his prime. Murdered.’
‘Murdered! Why would murder Mr Carter?’
‘You were always threatening to murder Mr Carter! It didn’t matter what the job was you told him he’d be killed if he messed it up.’
‘That’s just a figure of speech. How do I know it wasn’t you that killed your father, Kevin? This is just a ruse to shift your guilt onto me!’
‘Save it for the court, doll. You’re under arrest.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, interesting dynamics here, Rob! Nice!
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