we got you this time, slim, old buddy. got you good. so why don’t you just come clean and save us all a lot of trouble?
you got nothing on me, agent. nothing. no corpus delicti. nothing.
we have the truck and you sitting in it. fred fifty-two’s truck. and we know fred fifty-two had the money. so, the question is, where is the money.
i told you how i got the truck. if you don’t want to believe me, that is your problem and i never heard of fred fifty-two.
yes, you were walking down the road, and little jack horner came along with the truck and gave it to you because he did’t know how to drive it. ha ha. at least it is kind of original.
there you go. i could not have made it up.
that is what they all say.
i got nothing more to say.
agent jones nodded to deputy brown, who was standing behind slim.
take him away.
how far back in the jail?
way back. way, way back.
someone will pay for this.
doesn’t sound like my problem.
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