Fulson led his prisioner to the interrogration room, a conference room really, and sat him down. He unlocked the handcuffs, walked to the other end of the table. "Want a cigarette?" "Sure." Fulson slid his pack of Marlboro and an ashtray down the table. Zach lit one up and inhaled deeply. Then let out a smoke … Continue reading A Dialogue – 3

Yeah, I know... But I don't understand... That just doesn't make sense... What do you mean that's all I can do? Well, who the hell is that?... Yes, I do think I have the right to get upset...   Deputy Fulson looked over to the man he had picked up earlier. He was new to … Continue reading A Dialogue – 2

The cop had pulled him over for speeding, although he never got a ticket for that. Zach had been speeding, no doubt. But he got pulled over for dirving past a state trooper too fast. The statie didn't have his radar gun up, so he couldn't clock the speed. But even Deputy Dog could have … Continue reading A Dialogue – 1