The Truth Never Told A Lie

Chapter 7.

Sorry, this chapter's short! 

It didn't take me long to find the right casino. I swiftly opened the door and walked in. I forced myself to act natural. Blue-grey smoke filled the air. I looked around, searching for my target. I spotted him. I walked towards the counter and casually sat down next to a man with a grey trench coat. Very offhandedly, I slipped him a piece of paper. He nodded and took it, tucking it in one of his pockets. "Be careful," he whispered.

I looked up and rolled my eyes. Turning, I began to walk away, but he grabbed my shoulder. I winced in pain as I found myself looking into his eyes. I quickly looked down.

"I mean it, sista!" He had a very thick southern accent. "You look out for yourself."

I shrugged and his hand fell away. Briefly, I saw a small metal pin with a government seal stamped on it. It was firmly attached to his uniform, hidden beneath the long trench coat. I walked away, my heels clicking neatly on the hardwood floors. At last, I was outside, in the cold blue moonlight.

It was almost eleven o' clock when I finally got home. I took off my disguises and washed my face. I stumbled into bed. I was tired. I closed my eyes. The last thing I remembered before I dropped off was seeing the guilty woman's face again. It was full of terror as the judge read out the verdict from my slip of paper.