Break In

Behind Bars

The light pierced my vision as I sat up in the cold prison cell. I shuffled up and stared at the floor. How could I have been so close to a fortune? My vision swam, and I quickly lay back down.

"ATTENTION!" cried a sergeant who stood outside the cell. "YOU HAVE BEEN ARRESTED ON CHARGES FOR THE ROBBING OF BIJOUTERIE! "

"Honestly Joe, you don't say that! He may have been in possession of the jewels, but he might not have done it!" a super high-pitched voice shrieked as the officer came into view.

"Look sonny," the high-pitched voiced officer hissed as she beckoned me over to the door of the cell, "You better tell us whether you did this crime or not, as there will be serious charges." She grabbed my neck and held me close through the cell bar.

"Look, I swear, I didn't do it!" I spluttered. "Just hear me out!"

"Oh, we will!" the officer, who was named Christy spat. "We are going to make you talk."

Christy and Joe unlocked the cell and I hobbled outside. For a 45-year-old man that lived on the streets, I couldn't contain my anxiety. I was also kind of nervous as I walked past various cells containing teenagers and people that were just at the police station cells, but not in jail yet.

The officers roughly shoved me into an interrogation room. They started rolling the camera.

Christy looked at me, her icy blue eyes piercing into my soul. "Look, we know you committed the crime of robbing the jewellery store. Your fingerprints are all over the door and your shoes match the footprints on the floor. All the evidence points to you. So, what do you have to say?"