Good Cop Bad Cop—A Short Short Story
Detectives Chile R. Ainsworth and Anastasia Shvets returned to police headquarters after getting coffee and donuts. The desk sergeant stopped at the front desk and said, “You have a suspect in interrogation room 2. The captain wants you guys to interview him.”
As they walked down the hallway, Ainsworth asked. “Should we play Good Cop/ Bad cop?”
Shvets smiled. “Yesh, sure. We haven’t done that for a while. I’ll be the bad cop. You’re such a push over.”
“Sure,” Ainsworth agreed.
A shy looking man in his mid-40’s was sitting at the table when they walked in. Immediately, Shvets grabbed a folding chair and threw it at the one-way window which cracked. “Okay you asshole, I know you did it. Confess now or I’m really going to get pissed.”
“I didn’t do anything,” the man said.
“Bullshit. Confess now or we’ll throw the book at you,” Shvets yelled as he banged his fists on the table.
The man pulled back as far as he could. “Okay, I’ll confess.”
“That’s more like,” Shvets said as he and Ainsworth sat down. “Go ahead. Spill.”
The man wipes his forehead. “You’ve got to believe me. I’m just the custodian. I came in here to empty the trash, and I forgot to block the door open. The door closed behind me and locked. I’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes waiting for someone to open the door so I can get out.”
Ainsworth and Shvets looked at each other. “Oh shit,” Shvet said. “I’m sorry, man. We thought you were a criminal.”
Ainsworth stood and opened the door. “You’re free to good. Sorry about the mix up.”
The man walked out. A few minutes later, the captain stuck his head in the door. “You let Mad Max go? Why did you let him go?”
Ainsworth and Shvets looked at each other, again. Ainsworth spoke up first, “His alibi checked out.” Shvets nodded in agreement.
“I’ll be damn,” the captain said. “I thought for sure he was the serial killer.” The captain looked at the one-glass window. “When did that glass get cracked?”
“It was like that when we got here,” Shvets answered.
“Okay, complete the report and get back to work,” the captain said.
“Roger that,” both Ainsworth and Shvets replied.
THE END
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Detectives Chile R. Ainsworth and Anastasia Shvets returned to police headquarters after getting coffee and donuts. The desk sergeant stopped at the front desk and said, “You have a suspect in interrogation room 2. The captain wants you guys to interview him.”
As they walked down the hallway, Ainsworth asked. “Should we play Good Cop/ Bad cop?”
Shvets smiled. “Yesh, sure. We haven’t done that for a while. I’ll be the bad cop. You’re such a push over.”
“Sure,” Ainsworth agreed.
A shy looking man in his mid-40’s was sitting at the table when they walked in. Immediately, Shvets grabbed a folding chair and threw it at the one-way window which cracked. “Okay you asshole, I know you did it. Confess now or I’m really going to get pissed.”
“I didn’t do anything,” the man said.
“Bullshit. Confess now or we’ll throw the book at you,” Shvets yelled as he banged his fists on the table.
The man pulled back as far as he could. “Okay, I’ll confess.”
“That’s more like,” Shvets said as he and Ainsworth sat down. “Go ahead. Spill.”
The man wipes his forehead. “You’ve got to believe me. I’m just the custodian. I came in here to empty the trash, and I forgot to block the door open. The door closed behind me and locked. I’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes waiting for someone to open the door so I can get out.”
Ainsworth and Shvets looked at each other. “Oh shit,” Shvet said. “I’m sorry, man. We thought you were a criminal.”
Ainsworth stood and opened the door. “You’re free to good. Sorry about the mix up.”
The man walked out. A few minutes later, the captain stuck his head in the door. “You let Mad Max go? Why did you let him go?”
Ainsworth and Shvets looked at each other, again. Ainsworth spoke up first, “His alibi checked out.” Shvets nodded in agreement.
“I’ll be damn,” the captain said. “I thought for sure he was the serial killer.” The captain looked at the one-glass window. “When did that glass get cracked?”
“It was like that when we got here,” Shvets answered.
“Okay, complete the report and get back to work,” the captain said.
“Roger that,” both Ainsworth and Shvets replied.
THE END
For e-books by me, visit http://smashwords.com/profile/view/monteranderson or Amazon.com. Follow me on Twitter at http://twitter.com/monteranderson
Follow my blog at http://monteranderson-author.com or http://monteranderson.wordpress.com
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