“I have been in the same position you are in right now.” He says and I tuck my lips in and listen to him keenly.“I am what people call a serial killer.” He rolls his eyes as he says this, as if it’s not a big deal.“I am wanted in South Africa for killing my first wife.” He says and I choke on my spit............This man is literally confessing that he’s a serial killer. Why am I still here listening to him?“Yeah, take it all in.” He says and I stand up and sigh loudly.“Now that you know my secret, I know you won’t tell a soul because I have a juicy secret of yours too.” He says with a sadistic smile.“

“It’s quite funny.” He chuckles a bit and then holds my shoulder.“It was like I saw you and Daniel around where I live. You two were on the bridge dumping something that looked like a body.” He says and I gape.“Right? It’s really weird.” He says and then he holds his hips.............“That’s impossible.” I force out a laugh, causing Jimmy to look at me strangely.When it comes to lying, sometimes I do it well, but when I’m beyond nervous like now, I’m crap at doing it.“Is everything here okay, boys?” Iris asks as she steps out of the office. She has a key in her hand, and now she’s closing the door.

She walks close to Harry and smiles.“Harry, I thank you for service here, but you are no longer needed.” She says and I see her wipe a falling tear from her eye.“What?” He asks.“You’re fired, Harry. You’re fired.” She says as she begins to walk towards a staircase............“What do you mean I’m fried? What did I do wrong?” He follows her, as do the rest of us.She climbs the spiral staircase to the next floor in style. Her body moves like a work of art and her demeanor is distant.“Wait, Iris.” Jimmy tries to help his friend, Harry.When we a

I finally see him, but he’s being taken away by the officers.The crowd clears and makes a path for them to pass.As soon as Daniel’s eyes lands on me, he says loudly, “There he is, officer! That’s the kid!” ............“That’s him?” One of them asks him.“Yes, I told you I wasn’t lying.” He says as they walk up to me.“Excuse me, are you Quincy Daniels?” A huge dark skin officer asks me.He looks very intimidating, and he’s staring right into my eyes.“Is there a problem here, officer?” My father makes himself known.

“Yeah.” I say loosely.“I was there, I was at the bridge the night of yesterday.” My words surprises her and she looks towards the rectangular glass.I hear the door of the room open, and I smile sadly, knowing that I’m going to jail for a hell of a long time.............Fully expecting officers to come into the room, a pale white man enters instead.“Beck, may I speak with you?” He asks her politely. He looks at me and smiles. I don’t know him, nor have I seen him before; but he’s looking at me like he knows me or something.“And who are you?” She asks as she stands from the chair.