Capable

“I have nothing to hide.” I have everything to hide. Scumbag reporters’ questions blur into a peaceful white noise. I take a deep breath and smile.

The perky blonde in the front row waves her arm again. She is exactly my type. I point at her big boobs. “Yes? You in the pink?”

“Are you capable of providing evidence against these reports from the detectives …” Her silky voice struts on. I don’t want her to stop talking. To me.

“… Ah, Mr. Smith?”

“They’ll never have any evidence.” My secrets are safe. No one knows where the concrete coffins are buried.


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