I watched the interview from the other side of the two-way mirror. If my partner was going to dig his own grave I surely wasn’t going to provide the shovel but I was at least willing to be a witness.
“Is this him?” The Chief slipped into the room behind me. I looked back to see the hatred in her eyes.
“I wouldn’t think so,” I answered turning my back to her. She left the room without another word. Detective Silver would live to see another day. Lucky him.
I, on the other hand, still had a killer to catch.
Measure for Measure - Act 3, Scene 2
DUKE
He who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe,
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying
Than by self-offenses weighing.
Shame to him whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking.All 100 Word Stories
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