8 April 2012
"Get him, quick!"
Adam Stevenson heard the pounding footsteps behind him as he cried in anticipation as he was knocked to the ground. Suddenly he felt everything made sense. If everything had been unfolded right in front of him. He never would have been selling illegal drugs if it had lead to this. He had been bundled into the back of a police van sooner than he had expected and never thought it would happen so quick.
Handcuffed, he entered the police station.
Puffing, panting he sat down and reflected on what he had done. Scarred and bruised, he never remembered what he had done that night.
Crime Hour • Opuss № I